I lost my brother

The old locust tree in Qingfengju courtyard is in bloom.

Pure white, small flowers, adorning the entire canopy in clusters, the refreshing fragrance of flowers can be smelled from far away, people passing by Qingfengju can't help but stop and take a deep breath of the fragrance of Sophora japonica, as if Even the mood is much better.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew up, like an invisible hand, mischievously knocked down the tiny petals one after another, the petals like snowflakes fluttered down profusely, like playing around, falling all over the stone tables and benches under the old pagoda tree. There is a chessboard on the table, and the palm of the person holding the piece.

Guan Yuxiao was practicing one move after another with a small wooden sword in his hand, with a dignified expression, as if he was doing something important, but in fact it was just that he was not familiar with the transition between moves.

He is very diligent, but he is always so eager for success, he practiced whatever moves were difficult, and he was never willing to practice one move well before practicing the next move.

Xie Hanzi didn't sit on the stone bench, he just stood by the stone table, studying the situation on the chessboard intently, holding white pieces in his hands for a while, and holding black pieces for a while, playing chess with himself, having a great time.

Besides the chessboard, there was also a small green jug on the table, the wine in it had just warmed up, and it was the bamboo leaf green that he deliberately went down the mountain to not leave a drop for him.

Xie Hanzi raised his head and looked at himself if he felt something. His brows and eyes are thin, and when he is not smiling, he feels very cold and not easy to get close to. In fact, if you get acquainted with him, you will find that he is very kind, and he treats his own people even better.

Xie Hanzi showed a gentle smile, his thin lips parted slightly, as if he had said something.

What did he say?

Xie Hanzi paused, put down the chess piece in his hand, looked over with worried expression, and moved his lips twice.

There was still no sound, but carefully distinguishing the mouth shape, what he said seemed to be, "Don't cry."

don't cry?who?

In a blink of an eye, the scene in front of him began to distort. It seemed that someone was shouting something hoarsely. It sounded very sad, but he could not hear what he was shouting when he listened carefully. It seemed that his hearing had gone wrong.

Someone tugged on his sleeve, looked down, and saw a beautiful and cute little face looking up at him. This is Zhu Lin's appearance when he was a child, with clear eyes and eyebrows, which have been deeply imprinted in his memories over and over again. mind.

Zhu Lin stood on tiptoe, desperately trying to touch his face.

Realizing what he wanted to do, he quickly squatted down so that he could touch himself more easily.

Zhu Lin covered his eyes with two small hands, and said in a crisp voice: "Brother, don't cry, you still have me, I'm always by your side."

Sui Jian suddenly opened her eyes.

There was a black mist in front of him, and before he could distinguish whether it was reality or just another dream, he felt someone stretching out a hand towards him.

He grabbed that hand excitedly as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and said hoarsely, "Zhu Lin? Is it you, Zhu Lin?"

The hand is delicate to the touch, with slender joints, the palm is warm, but the fingertips are cold.He didn't pull back after being held so abruptly by him. Instead, he held him back with some force.

Sui Jian didn't hear his answer, and the surrounding was quiet, he frowned and asked, "Why didn't you speak?" Then he realized that he didn't hear the words when they came out of his mouth.

He is deaf.

The hand paused, and it was pulled back abruptly. A gust of wind blew in front of him, and the man seemed to have walked out.

At this time, the wounds on his body were unwilling to be lonely, reminding him that this is not a dream, and now he has returned to reality.

Sui Jian was still in the chaotic state of just waking up, but when she was stimulated by the pain, her mind became much clearer in an instant.

His injury was worse than any previous one this time, and he seemed to have problems with vision and hearing.

Then why is he still alive?Sui Jian was inevitably a little desperate, not knowing how to avenge Xie Hanzi with such a self.

When Zhu Lin came in again, he saw Sui Jian's appearance, his eyes staring blankly in one direction, and he didn't know if he didn't pay attention or didn't care if someone came in.

The expression on his face was calm, without any panic, as if he was indifferent to his physical condition and didn't care anymore.

Tang Qiuwan quickly moved closer to examine him, and he seemed to twitch back when she took the pulse.

Zhu Lin carefully observed his every expression, narrowing his phoenix eyes slightly, thinking how calm he thought he could be, so it turns out that you are not really indifferent.

Tang Qiuwan carefully observed his pupils, then pinched his chin and turned his face from side to side to observe his ears.

After a while, she pondered and said: "I underestimated the impact of Han Cui's sequelae on him. It seems that this person's hearing has also been affected, but just like his eyes, it is temporary. Don't worry."

Zhu Lin walked slowly to the bedside, eyes half down, staring down at Sui Jian's eyes, those pure black eyes were out of focus, like a pool of stagnant water.

Zhu Lin stared intently at his face, and slowly stroked his chin with his fingers, as if thinking.

After a long while, he murmured softly: "How can this be good, you are blind and deaf now, and I will have to take care of you in the end."

Tang Qiuwan looked expressionlessly at the leader who was full of half-disabled people, and finally got a nerve in her mind, and quietly packed her things and walked out of the house.

Tsk, young man, it's not cute to put on a pose.

Of course Sui Jian couldn't be indifferent, he just remembered everything.

I remembered that Wuwangzong teamed up with the Wulin League and used him as a cover to force his master to death. I remembered that he was slashed from behind by his own younger brother, Xie Hanzi was pierced through the chest by Wang Jue, and later he was angry. Extremely aggressive and mad, he killed many people in the Wulin League, until he was exhausted and unconscious, and when he woke up, he became what he is now.

He clearly remembered the piles, piles, and faces.

Sui Jian was not a saint, he was just a little beggar with no education and no sense of right and wrong, he was led into the Wuwang sect by Xie Hanzi by mistake, and he became a decent disciple of the famous sect all these years.

If there is no Xie Hanzi, he should be a stray cat and wild dog that no one wants. He can do anything to survive in a dark corner, not to mention being a chivalrous man. .

But he met his master, and since then he has been bound in a net of warmth, willingly restraining his minions, becoming a person who is harmless to humans and animals, has a little compassion for everything, and will help when encountering injustice.

But what did he get?

The master is dead, Wuwangzong expelled him from the sect, and the Wulin League will not let him go, he will be hunted to the ends of the world.

He was homeless once again.

Sui Jian's brain is in a state of emptiness. He knows what kind of virtue he is now. He has two fatal injuries on his back, waist and abdomen, and other parts are constantly injured. He can't see his eyes or hear him. He is no different from a disabled person.

Now let alone go to Wuwangzong and Wulin League to avenge his master, he can't even get off this bed.

How to do it.

There was a dead silence in the room, Sui Jian came back to his senses, felt someone standing in front of him, and asked hesitantly, "Is it Ah Hua?"

He was also surprised when Ah Hua appeared in Wuwangzong that day. He was still alive, probably because Ah Hua took him away from the siege of those people and found someone to rescue him.

How ridiculous, the one who saved him in the end was the leader of the Demon Cult that everyone criticized.

The corner of Sui Jian's mouth raised habitually. He couldn't hear the sound and couldn't control the volume of his speech. He could only say "Thank you" to him according to his usual feeling of speaking.

He was smiling, and Zhu Lin frowned imperceptibly.

After so many things happened, how could he still laugh?

If it were him, he would suffer great slander, the tragic death of important people around him, and the collapse of the creed that had always been regarded as the standard. With so many tragic things happening, he would definitely stay with others, and even turn the whole world into darkness.

I'm not feeling well, and everyone can't even think about being comfortable.

And this person can actually smile and say thank you to him.

Zhu Lin felt a nameless anger in his heart, relying on his inability to hear, he raised the corner of his mouth and said meanly: "Sui Jian, are you really indifferent, or are you really stupid."

Having said that, Zhu Lin also knew in his heart that Sui Jian's smile was just a habit, like washing hands before meals and practicing kung fu when getting up early, something deeply ingrained that cannot be changed for a while.

After all, he was still crying when he just woke up.

It feels really bad to be deaf and blind, the person in front of him has not moved, and Sui Jian is not sure whether he is Ah Hua or not.

In doubt, the man suddenly reached out and wiped the corner of Sui Jian's eyes lightly. Sui Jian froze for a moment, and wiped his hands on his face indiscriminately, making his hands wet.

His face flushed suddenly, and the embarrassment of seeing him in such a mess made him wish he could knock himself out again.

The man brought another handkerchief, raised his chin, and gently wiped off the tears on his face little by little, and then wiped his hands after wiping his face, so careful and thorough.

Sui Jian was taken care of by him like a child in a daze, and she couldn't tell what it was like in her heart.

In the end, the man wrote in his palm stroke by stroke, "Don't worry", turned around and walked out again.

Heartbeat quickened untimely.

This is wrong, Sui Jian thought to herself.

Subconsciously, he touched his chest. There should have been a longevity lock there, which was the first thing Xie Hanzi gave him, but now it was empty, and his longevity lock was gone.

Sui Jian opened her mouth slightly, and groped carefully around her neck with her hand. If there was nothing, she stretched out her hand and groped randomly on the bed, not letting go of every corner and corner. She searched four or five times, but still nothing.

He finally recognized the reality, and trembling, he was about to get out of bed. Just as his feet hit the ground, he fell down in such a mess because of the weakness in his legs.

Sui Jian tried to get up, but her legs couldn't make it work.Just now when he fell out of bed, the wound on his back seemed to be torn open again, and his abdomen was even worse, with greasy blood oozing out.

that's terrible.

It's so bad.

His eyes were full of panic, and he thought desperately, why didn't he just die like this.

Just when he was about to fall into self-loathing that he couldn't extricate himself from, a pair of strong arms easily picked him up and put him back on the bed.

"Look, it's really not worrying to be in such a mess if you don't watch it."

Zhu Lin was full of teasing as soon as he opened his mouth, but the expression on his face was extremely enjoyable - he wished that Sui Jian would be more vulnerable, so that he could always take care of him, as long as he was obedient, it seemed good to keep him like this for a lifetime.

Of course Sui Jian didn't hear what he said. He grabbed Zhu Lin's sleeve and said anxiously, "Longevity lock...have you seen the longevity lock I'm wearing?"

Because I lost control of my emotions, this sentence broke down in the end.

The corner of Zhu Lin's mouth turned up, and he took out the delicate and small longevity lock with several silver bells hanging from it.

He had seen this longevity lock before. When Sui Jian practiced kung fu before, it would occasionally jump out of his clothes by accident. Sui Jian seemed to cherish it very much, and it had been hanging around his neck all these years.

When he picked up Sui Jian's clothes that day, he took it off by hand. He couldn't tell what he was thinking at the time, maybe the purpose was to see how anxious he is now, and then when he was in a state of anxiety, he would give it to him like now. Hang it around your neck again.

Sui Jian tightly held the long-life lock that was lost and recovered, curled up, and said "Thank you" many times in shock.

Right, that is it.

Zhu Lin's eyes were curved, revealing a smile that could almost be called bright.

His empty heart got great satisfaction from this bad behavior that could be called bullying the old, weak, sick and disabled.

And Sui Jian, as an "old, weak, sick and disabled" in the actual sense, is still grateful.

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Sui Jian: Junior brother is getting more and more abnormal, what should I do, wait online, it's very urgent.