After wearing the book, the sickly junior brother always plots against me

He heard it all, and replied with a half-knowledge, probably understood what was going on.

But what can be done?

After staying in the damp and cold beggar's den for so many years, the stench numbs his sense of smell. He thought that his world would never see the light of day. He thought that his life could only sink in the dirt until he saw Hua Ming's clear eyes.

The first time I saw Hua Ming, he felt inferior and yearning, and what was more, his heart was a little moved.

What can I do, the person who is moved at the beginning is doomed to lose.Perhaps, it's also because he wants to have a family too much, wants to know the kind of warmth above the abyss, and he grasps at a straw and refuses to let go.

"Brother, can you be nice to me, and take pity on me."

It was so bitter, so bitter, really so bitter, Liu An almost hugged his arm and begged him to pretend.

Hua Ming pushed away the hand that was holding his arm tightly, and glanced out the window, maybe because he didn't dare to look directly into his wet eyes, or maybe because he was afraid of looking into people's hearts, after all, there is only the sun in this world It's hard to look directly at people's hearts.

"Okay, I promise you."

Liu An was overjoyed, and touched his finger tentatively: "Look at me, okay?"

Although Hua Ming was a little reluctant, he still looked straight into his eyes, those eyes full of tears, and he said very sincerely: "I don't know why my parents abandoned me, and I don't know why my seniors don't like me. Me, including senior brother."

"Am I really bad? I thought about it, and I think so. I've done bad things before."

"But they kept bullying me. I was pushed into the stinking ditch, my hands were crushed hard by their feet, and their saliva was on my head. I didn't want to be oppressed all the time. Maybe I was cruel and hateful in the eyes of my seniors, but The pain I suffer is only known to me.”

I don't blame you, after all, how can you feel the same without the experience?

Fortunately, fortunately, I'm still useful to you, so that's fine, at least I don't have to be alone.

"Brother, can you be my relative, I really have nothing left."

The inquiry from the heart didn't get a definite answer. Hua Ming just tucked the quilt up for him perfunctorily, and said something perfunctory to go to bed early. There was no trace of emotion in his eyes. They were also forcefully pulled open.

At that moment, he actually understood that the senior brother was really ruthless, or maybe he was only ruthless to himself.

He looked at Hua Ming's leaving figure with such resoluteness and indifference, and such a good-looking figure had nothing to do with him at all.

He understood everything, but he still went forward without hesitation, like a moth to a flame.

He didn't care about losing his life for a little bit of warmth, he was still naive at that time.

Yes, he is only a ten-year-old child.

Liu An knew that there was actually nothing wrong with his body, but even if his senior brother made him sick in bed, someone would bring him daily food, a lot of delicious food, so he no longer had to eat bad food.

And every night, the senior brother would sit by the window, holding a bowl of black and smelly medicine, and looking at him gently: "Liu An, be obedient, drink the medicine."

"But I'm not sick."

Hua Ming's face remained unchanged, and he could hardly refute with just one sentence: "Don't you listen to what senior brother said?"

"No, I listen, I drink."

Liu An no longer refused, and drank the medicine bowl in one gulp, but every time he drank it, his lower abdomen felt cramped, and he was in cold sweat from the pain, clutching his heart vigorously, his eyes full of tears. Tears: "Brother, I hurt, I hurt so much..."

He tried his best to reach out his hand, wanting his senior brother to grab his trembling hand, but the senior brother didn't even look at him, and just said indifferently: "Just bear it."

Forbearance?

It's like there are thousands of insects crawling all over his body, gnawing at his own flesh and blood fiercely. How can this painful and itchy feeling be overcome by patience?

He simply wished he could headbutt him to death, wished he could pick up a dagger and scrape off every inch of his flesh, he really couldn't bear it at all!

His body was covered in sweat, his pale lips were trembling, and he couldn't speak very clearly. He just fell on the bed so weakly, his brows were tightly knit, and his hands were pinching his thighs: "Senior brother, What kind of medicine did you make me drink?"

"You are not in good health, I will make up for you."

When Liu An laughed, the crystal teardrop in the corner of his eye just rolled down: "How long do you want to drink?"

Hua Ming was silent, because he didn't have an answer to this question, and there was a trace of anger in the perfunctory way: "Are you doubting me? Do you think I'm hurting you? If so, stop drinking."

Even if there is no answer to this question, he knows that Liu An will not disobey him.

"Brother, I know, don't worry, I will listen to you."

"If I can still live, can you not be so alienated from me, I just want to have a relative."

"It's too bitter to be alone, and I don't want to suffer forever."

At this time, he didn't know that once he made a wrong choice, it would be a pain, or he chose Huang Lian.

In fact, he knew that what he was drinking was poison, but the poison was not so quick to die. He also knew that it was all told by the master to his senior brother, and he also said that the poison must be made willingly, and it will not be effective if it is forced to drink.

Even if it is poison, even if it is used, he is willing.

But after all, he was not made of iron. Wouldn't he die if the poison entered his stomach? His hand holding the medicine could no longer exert strength.

But the senior brother was very gentle, and poured all the medicine into his mouth gently, and he swallowed it with tears in his eyes, but he squeezed the senior brother's wrist with both hands: "Senior brother, I have listened to you, I have always Both."

"If I can survive, can you treat me better?"

"A little bit better..."

His mouth was full of bloody smell, but he still held it back, but only for a moment, the black blood still overflowed from his mouth, dripping on his moon-white collar, he looked at his senior brother indifferently Withdraw your hand.

"That's right, I can't make you dirty, how clean you are, how noble you are."

I am also wishful thinking, how dare I, how dare I extravagantly hope that the moon will fall into the dust with me?

Just when he was about to close his eyes, he heard the words of his senior brother: "Live."

The bugs in his body were boiling with excitement and slowly gathered, forming a powerful force that constantly impacted his body, but at this time he had been taken out of the gate of hell by the impermanence of black and white.

He was unwilling to step in, and stared fiercely at the two ghosts: "I don't want to die! I want to live!"