best day

How much does the shadow of death affect a person?

Maybe the fear, the darkness, the despair and the crippling insecurities it brings can even stay with us for the rest of our lives.

However, if all the negative emotions reach someone, they can get a discount that is close to free.

-

"Hey hey, then what?"

Obviously his voice was still hoarse, and he was still lying weakly on the hospital bed, but Dewey laughed heartlessly.

Du Yi thought for a while and said, "Then he really knelt down. Grandpa Zheng beat him with a cane while crying, his head was bleeding, so we couldn't say anything."

Thinking of the gangster's frustrating appearance at that time, Dewey was full of pious yearning: "It's so exciting, if only I was there..."

Du Yi pinched his face: "What's the matter, you don't know how anxious your parents are, go to sleep, I'll wash the grapes for you."

The elder brother, who was used to being a nanny, picked up the grapes and small pots on the table and walked out of the ward.

Fang Yu, who was always smiling beside him, asked, "Are you feeling better?"

"Well, I just feel tired." Dewey couldn't stay idle, and reached out to touch the game console on the bedside table.

Fang Yu handed it to him, adjusted his glasses, and said seriously: "Maybe it's inappropriate to mention this now, but it will be too late if we don't."

Dewey wondered, "What's the matter?"

Fang Yu said softly: "Have you never thought about what will happen to that Oujie?"

Dewey's face froze: "It doesn't matter to me anyway, I didn't know him in the first place."

Fang Yu sighed: "He did commit a crime and should be punished by law, but perhaps because of you, his punishment is much more severe than what he should have received. Do you think this is okay?"

Dewey was silent for a while, then muttered, "I can't even get up, what can I do?"

Fang Yu smiled: "You know, okay, I'll go see your brother."

Leaving those words aside, he also walked out of the house leisurely.

Dewey lay there very depressed, not understanding why he was almost killed, and he had to care about the life and death of the murderer.

But if he doesn't care, probably no one in this world will care.

-

"Are you still used to returning to Beijing?" Fang Yu asked suddenly, leaning against the wall next to the pool.

Du Yi was distracted, didn't notice him appearing, looked back in surprise and said, "En."

Fang Yu's handsome face was chilling: "Why do you have to do so many things for your brother, can't your parents take care of him well?"

Du Yi no longer wanted to emphasize how important Dewey was to him, so he silently cleaned the grapes carefully.

The splashing of the water was the only sound here.

After a long time, Fang Yu said with a sad tone: "At the beginning I begged you to stay like that, but you ignored it. Now he only complained a few words, and you gave up everything. Is it worth it?"

Du Yi sighed, and turned off the tap: "It's agreed not to mention the past."

Fang Yu smiled bitterly: "Well, don't mention it."

Du Yi turned back with the grape pot in his hand and said, "If you still treat me as a friend, treat my brother well. I have no other requirements."

"Your feelings are too paranoid, and it will ruin your life."

Fang Yu said so.

-

This week was almost the time when Du Qisheng appeared most frequently in the past few years.

Every day, he hurriedly ended his work, and then went to the hospital to visit Dewey, who was still dying.

Du Ermeng, who didn't know much about father's love, was flattered. While drinking the soup fed by his father, he asked, "Are you going to be laid off..."

Du Qisheng's hands shook, but he didn't say anything.

Sure enough, he was an old man without a sense of humor, so Dewey decided not to tease him anymore, and asked directly, "Dad, how is that Oujie now?"

When mentioning this person, Du Qisheng was expressionless: "Shut up, it's time for trial."

"Dad..." Dewey twitched.

Du Qisheng was surprised: "What?"

Dewey said: "Can you not let him be treated unfairly because of me... I mean, he can be sentenced as he wants. It would be better if he can be lighter. He is quite young."

Du Qisheng put down the soup bowl, narrowed his eyes and asked, "Why do you think so?"

Dewey said softly: "I don't want anyone to die or suffer because of me, and I won't be able to sleep."

"Silly boy, do you think he's the same as you?" Du Qisheng patted his son's head and covered him with the quilt.

"If you dare to show favoritism, I will report you to the Commission for Discipline Inspection." Dewey laughed.

Du Qisheng coughed helplessly: "When did you see your father use power for his family's affairs?"

Dewey hurriedly said, "Dad, I knew you were Bao Qingtian."

Du Qisheng said seriously: "So even if you are injured, you have to rely on your own efforts to go to college."

"Ah?" Dewey twitched: "Dad, my brain is paralyzed, I'm already disabled..."

"Tomorrow, I'm going to Shenzhen to attend an economic forum. Take care of your illness." Du Qisheng didn't listen to his nonsense, got up and said to the secretary who followed him everywhere, "Let's go."

Dewey watched them leave without tears, and then hummed unwillingly: "Stinky old man."

Fortunately, Du Qisheng was a man of his word.

Oujie will definitely experience his own destiny fairly.

-

This winter was really hard for Dewey. He was lame and almost died of suffocation. The tormented one was almost paralyzed on the bed, unable to take care of himself at all.

Although the nurse sisters in the hospital are very good at taking care of others, there are some things that need to be done by relatives to not be ashamed.

"Brother, I want to take a bath." Dewey protested bitterly as he watched Du Yi come in with a hot water basin.

Du Yi would like to follow the doctor's advice: "No, wait until your wound is better, and your body is so weak, if you catch a cold, Mom will scold me to death."

Ermeng rolled her eyes aggrieved, and stood there motionless like an uncle.

Du Yi unbuttoned his hospital gown and gently wiped his body.

The hot towel glides over the skin, instantly refreshing.

Dewey was so comfortable that he almost fell asleep, and was woken up again by the movement of his brother turning himself over.

After wiping his back patiently, Du Yi took off his pants again.

Dewey lay there and didn't think much about it. Originally, the two brothers knew each other as if they were the same person. Besides, they were both men. It was better than being so old and letting my mother see them naked.

It is the time when people are most youthful.

The young man's slender body looked so soft and beautiful under the light, when Du Yi rubbed it, his face became hot.

It seems that it is rare to be able to stare at him so quietly.

Dewey felt his movements stop, and he lay on the pillow and asked sullenly, "What are you doing, you want to freeze the deity to death!"

Du Yi quickly regained his senses: "It's okay."

After speaking, he quickly wiped it twice, and stretched the towel under Dewey again.

At this moment, the nervous Du Ermeng felt embarrassed, pulled the towel and laughed: "I will do it myself, I will do it myself."

Du Yi was a little dizzy, he hummed and handed him the towel, then turned around to get a change of clothes.

He knew very well that some feelings should not be there.

If there is, it will be beyond redemption.

-

After serving and washing his body, he had to serve Dewey to brush his teeth.

Du Yi held the water basin and helped Dewey sit up halfway. He looked at the way his mouth was swollen with a toothbrush, and thought it was very cute.

In fact, this should be the case.

He's just his cute little brother.

The love between them should not be mixed with any impurities.

But when Dewey brushed his teeth, he realized that his elder brother was staring at him, he couldn't help feeling bad, and called out indistinctly: "Brother..."

Du Yi agreed: "En?"

"Pfft!" Dewey sprayed toothpaste foam on his face without hesitation, then fell down on the bed and laughed proudly.

Originally, Du Yi still had some thoughts in his mind, but all he could do at this moment was to completely petrify.