〖Bottle Evil〗Silence and noise

I went back to the bedroom and rummaged through the closet, regretting that I didn’t wash all these clothes diligently yesterday. They all smelled stale. I bought the latest set, which was not too tasteful, and found a new pair of pure black underwear from the drawer.

"Brother, I put my clothes outside!" I shouted into the bathroom.

"Hmm." He vaguely heard his response.

I put my clothes on the shelf outside, and started to tidy up my closet. I was going to dig out some unworn ones and throw them away. Then I dug out a set of clothes that didn’t smell too bad and kept them for a while after I took a shower. The rest I plan to throw them all into the washing machine at night and wash them. The rain has stopped today. If it doesn’t rain tomorrow and the sun comes out, I can still enjoy the sun.

A lot of clothes were thrown on the bed, and I sat by the bed in a daze for a while. I really didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to do these trivial things.

"What is this?" I turned my head and didn't notice when the little brother came in after washing. I changed into the T-shirt I helped him and wore my shorts underneath. It was almost the first time I saw him dressed so casually. Some are not used to it, it is a very young-looking person, almost no different from the first time I saw him more than ten years ago.

but i...

"What?" I asked.

He came over, brought a scent of my usual shower gel, passed me, picked up a piece of clothing I threw on the floor, "What is this?" asked again.

I took it over and looked at it, "Oh, this, this is my high school uniform." It was all signed. When they graduated, everyone signed their names on their school uniforms, as if they could be remembered forever. It's the same as living in the other party and being remembered by the other party forever.

"Why did you throw it on the ground?" He asked, taking the dry towel I usually use to dry my hair and began to wipe my hair.

"Anyway, I won't wear it anymore. It's a waste of space to keep it. Everything on the floor needs to be thrown away." I looked at the mess on the bed and explained to him, "I'm cleaning up, it's too messy."

"Keep it." Seeing my puzzled gaze, I added another sentence, pointing, "Your school uniform."

I didn't ask why, but I threw the school uniform on the bed in the pile of clothes to be washed later. When I came back to my senses, I found that the signature on it couldn't be washed, so I took it out again and held it in my hand. Nor is it.

He looked at me for a while, then went out in silence while wiping his hair.

I was suddenly a little inexplicably nervous, so I casually folded the school uniform and put it in the corner of the cabinet, speeding up the movements of my hands, and packed everything up in a short while.

Pack the things to be thrown away outside the door, pack the things to be washed in a basket, and put them next to the washing machine. When I went to the living room and saw my little brother turned on the TV, although I was happy to see such a situation, my mind was full of The scene of him hitting zongzi in the bucket and rushing to the front line, I walked over and realized that he was not actually watching TV, but was flipping through the book I put on the table, it was about writing skills, and the identity of Sekine was created at that time, or I worked hard.

I went into the bathroom and got ready to take a good shower. The hot water was steaming, and there was still the smell of my brother taking a shower just now. Next to him was the clothes he changed. I picked them up and put them together with the clothes I was about to wash.

Go under the shower and turn on the hot water.

After taking a shower and going out, the TV was ringing, but I found that my little brother was not paying attention to the TV at all, he was still reading a book. The one he flipped through before I went in was placed next to him, and the one I read now seems to be a novel. It's quite fascinated, but maybe it's just flipping through it casually.

I wiped my hair and sorted the dirty clothes in the basket by color and type. I opened the washing machine for the light-colored clothes first and threw them in. I poured a lot of washing powder. The washing machine was not used for a long time. Although it was not broken, the sound was not good. Small, noisy, and abrupt, I stood by the washing machine for a while, and then I heard my brother call me in the living room.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I walked out.

"Why is your study locked?" He looked at me, and I heard a "boom", and my scalp tingled.

"It was locked a long time ago, why? Brother, do you want to read?" I hurriedly said.

Only a second later, he saw the problem, "What's in it?"

I thought about it for a while. Actually, it’s nothing if I know it. I just didn’t want him to get involved in such a thing. Now that I found out the clue, the more I hide it, the more troublesome it will be. It’s better to tell the truth.

"Come with me." He followed me, I took the key and walked to the door of the study, paused, opened the door, and pressed the switch on the wall.

After the light was turned on, I noticed that my little brother didn't show the slightest astonishment when he saw the boxes in the room, but just frowned slightly, and it flattened instantly, as if I had misread it.

"That's it." I took out a utility knife and cut the tape that I sealed myself, "It should have been sent a long time ago, and I only found out yesterday, I don't know who sent it, and I don't know what purpose it is. "

He came in from the door and stood by. After I cut the tape, he took the knife and cut open the box until he saw the stone statue inside, his expression froze for a long time.

I stood aside and watched him without saying a word. The stone statue was very heavy, but he just stopped for a moment and turned the front of the stone statue to face us. Looking at another little brother, although it is a stone statue, although it is very crude, but that expression...

I was still shocked when I saw the expression of this stone statue for the second time.

All the sculpted parts have completely different levels of detail, the most detailed being the face, which I discovered at the time and must have been the first to be done.

It is precisely because of this, such an expression, that it is even more heart-wrenching.

The little brother looked at his other self without any expression, which formed a sharp contrast with the crying him. I suddenly wanted to smoke again, so I endured it, walked forward, and stood beside him.

"The first time I saw this was in the Lama Temple, which is the place you have been to." I said, "I was shocked, because... this expression, I was taken aback."

He wasn't looking at the stone statue anymore, he lowered his eyes and looked at the ground for a while, then walked out, I hurriedly followed, not forgetting to close the door of the study.

"I don't know who sent it, and I don't know what the intention is." I tried my best to break the calm.

"No threat," he said, "don't worry."

"what?"

He went to the water dispenser and poured two glasses of water, handed me one, and sat on the sofa, probably to say something to me, I sat next to him, took the remote control and turned off the TV to mute, watching Looking at him, pretending to be listening attentively.

"It was carved by me." He closed his eyes. "Many years ago."

"You..." I thought of something he would forget almost every ten years, and asked, "...do you still remember?"

"Well." He leaned on the sofa, looking a little lazy, "I know what you did, this is not a loophole in your plan, don't worry, it's just a small episode after the end."

I hope it is true as he said, but what he said makes sense. I also thought about it. If it is really my remaining enemy, it is impossible for me to do nothing in the past few days. My brother and I are only two people, and we can hardly find it immediately. Helper, now is the best time to make a move. If there is no action, it proves that there is no malice. If there is no malice, there is nothing to fear.

"You said just now that you carved that statue yourself?" I asked.

"Yes." He cast his gaze over, "Although I can't remember some things clearly, I still remember this."

"The Lama Temple many years ago, and Lama Deren, every Lama Deren remembers my existence. After the last generation passed away, there is no trace of my existence." He took a sip of water and put the cup on the table , fell into the memory, "the guru in the Lama Temple said, I need to find my own 'thinking', he found a big stone and asked me to temper it, saying that as long as I have a little 'thinking' in my heart, the stone will become Whatever it is, that stone will take on a meaningful shape."

After he came back, it was the first time I heard him say so many words at once, "But why did you listen to him?"

Zhang Qiling, why would he just follow another person's orders so casually?Ask him to temper a stone, and he will temper it?I know it's not that simple.

"Because... I'm going to see a woman."

In fact, after so many years, I have rarely been shocked, but tonight may be an exception. The fat man said that as long as I continue to be with my brother, I will encounter more exceptions. At that time, I didn’t take it as a warning. Now, He actually came to confirm his words himself.

For the Zhang family, it is difficult to understand the relationship with love, and it is even more difficult for the little brother. Although he does not seem to have any desires that a normal person should have, but from his mouth In a word, with the word "woman", my conditioned reflex was to think about the last thing I should think about.

I calmed down and told myself not to think about it. However, my little brother has existed in the world for so many years. It is normal to have some emotional entanglements even a long time ago. It is not surprising. It is not surprising.

"What woman?" But he still asked.

He didn't answer right away, "I went to the temple and told the woman's appearance and name. I didn't know it was a name. When I learned that there was such a person, I wanted to meet her. Like a stone, it makes no difference whether you see it or not. He let me 'think' myself."

"Later, I was taken to that closed room, saw the woman, watched her die, and after I got out, I carved this stone statue." He stopped, looked at me, and I felt my heart was extremely heavy.

"That woman is my mother." He looked at me and said.

The author has something to say: The content that my brother relayed in this chapter comes from the episode "Three Days of Silence" written by Uncle San. Those who haven't read it can go and read it. Good night.