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

When Feng Hezi woke up again, it was already midnight, and his body was covered with a thick quilt.

His eyes were swollen and painful, and the hand under the quilt was tightly clenched into a fist. Just now, he dreamed of his senior brother again.

Just now, he never saw his senior brother again.

Just now, it's all gone...

If he went back earlier, there might be a turning point, and it would be good to die together no matter what...

In fact, that night, he could have rushed back, it was Liu An who insisted on delaying the whole night...

But if there is no delay, how could it be like this?

He believed that Liu An killed his senior brother, and even muttered: "It was Liu An who killed Master, it was him, it was him!"

He even felt that it was Liu An who cooperated with others inside and outside and killed Master.

He blamed Liu An for all his faults.

Feng Hezi's face was full of tears, his voice was hoarse, and the cloth strip tied around the wound was stained red with blood. His eyes were filled with chill, and he lifted the heavy quilt again, and put on his long quilt numbly. The boots, the blisters on the soles of the feet burst and I can't feel it.

What is alive is just a shell.

He, Feng Hezi, had long since died.

What is left is just resentment.

He glanced at the dagger hanging on the wall, and took it down again. The sharp dagger was pressed against his cheek, but it was cool and comfortable.

"Master, I can't do it."

"Master, only when I die, only when the former Feng Hezi dies, can I fulfill your last wish."

What was your past self like?

Carefree, eyes full of innocence, believe what you say, no pursuit and no belief.

In the past, he was just a fool, so he would kill himself with his own hands.

The dagger was no longer cold when it was attached to his face, but it also felt tingling, but in Feng Hezi's view, this was another kind of strange enjoyment. He closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and the blood dripped down his cheeks on his lips.

But this was not enough, he swiped the dagger at his arm again and again.

People can't survive, everything is suffering, in this case, it is better to push yourself to death.

perhaps……

If this pushes a little harder, it can get what it wants.

But just as he was about to stab himself in the neck with the dagger, Hua Ming grabbed his wrist tightly: "Feng Hezi, what are you doing?"

"You look like this, do you know how much it hurts your master?"

Feng Hezi looked at him expressionlessly: "You know again?"

Hua Ming: "..."

Although his face was hot, with blood dripping down his clothes, he only showed a serious smile: "The one who died was neither your master nor your brother, why are you sad?"

Hua Ming also rested his hand on the edge of the table weakly, and said with some confidence: "You are not living alone, this world, you should take a good look at it for them."

What beautiful words, sure enough, this life is beautiful, and these words are also beautiful.

But what's the use of listening well, it's nothing more than standing and talking without pain in the back, and not knowing the pain until the needle is stuck in your body, and caring about nothing that has nothing to do with it is as cheap as grass.

"Hua Ming, if it was Liu An who died in front of you today, would you still be able to persuade yourself to live like this?"

"If he was the one who died, would you still want to see the flowers and willows in this world?"

"Maybe you will only feel that this world stinks, maybe you will only feel disgusted."

Hua Ming was silent, not saying no, but a tacit consent.

If it was Liu An who died in front of him today, then he would definitely go crazy, he would hold Liu An tightly by his shoulders and hold him tight, and then he would burst into tears as he spoke. Unclear, he must have been carrying a long sword and killing randomly.

He will not be rational, he will go crazy, he will die directly.

Indeed, it is impossible to live at all.

"Hua Ming, why do you ask me for something you can't even do?"

Hua Ming: "..."

Although he didn't know what to say, but seeing the blood on Feng Hezi's face, he felt shocking. He couldn't catch his breath, and the hand holding the handkerchief was trembling: "Then you should wipe it off."

"It's clear that not long ago you were still stupid, and you looked naive, a little greedy for life and afraid of death, and a little afraid of pain."

"It's just a few hours, Feng Hezi, I don't want to see you become like this."

How could he hope that he would become like this, but the sky would not forgive anyone, and fate would kill him.

"I used to rely on me to have something to think about, but now I have nothing."

"Does it hurt?"

"What's so painful, I just cut my skin and bleed a little, you see I'm still sitting here talking to you, but my poor brothers are different, they are dead, they are dead Ah..."

Feng Hezi stared blankly at the swaying branches outside the window. He knew that it was going to rain. He was also afraid of thunder and lightning.

In the past, I would huddle on the same bed with my brothers and sisters, joking and joking, and this fear gradually dissipated.

But at this moment his expression is calm, he has no fear anymore.

At this moment, Liu An pushed the door open and entered with a calm expression, only reaching out to Hua Ming: "Senior brother, it's late, go back to sleep."

"Master Liu, do you really have no heart at all?"

My master, I miss your father from the beginning to the end, and miss you to go back and recognize your ancestors.

But you are always cold, without any gratitude at all.

How can such a person, such a hard-hearted person, still live in this world?

He was...

He should have understood it back then, and he shouldn't have wasted time with this kind of person...

Should not meet, really should not meet.

Liu An raised her icy eyes, her thin lips were tightly pursed, and she opened her mouth with vicious words: "You deserve it?"

If he really had no heart, he wouldn't have left Feng Hezi for so long, and wouldn't have buried his body in that place himself.

If he really didn't have a heart, why did he let his brother come over and talk to him so much?

But he didn't say anything, he didn't want to explain, just pretend that he has no heart.

"My master and the others died the night before. If you didn't want to rest at the foot of the mountain for a night, how could this happen?"

"If you had followed me up the mountain earlier..."

"That's a fresh life, just because you want to rest, they will die because of you."

Liu An clasped his hands behind his back, and said in a cold tone, "You just think that if I go up the mountain with you, I can help you repel those people, but why should I help you?"

"What do those people who died have to do with me?"

"It was you who begged me to go up the mountain. After all, it's your fault."

Feng Hezi's hand holding the dagger trembled even more, his brain was like a pot exploded, and he raised his face and shouted in pain: "That's not the case... No... I didn't harm Master..."