Brother Christine

Seven in the morning, county hospital, private ward.

A thin and out-of-shape man on the hospital bed was lying on the pillow with his face sideways, his deeply sunken eye sockets were black and bloodshot, and he was staring at a picture posted on the opposite wall that was reflected by the white light. The composition of the human body, in a daze.

Insomnia, he didn't close his eyes all night, and the poor quality of the wide and fat hospital gown made him feel uncomfortable all over.

Last night, there were too many shards of glass pierced into my body, covering my head. When the piece of glass on the right back of my head passed through, I cut a bloody gash and had to sew four stitches.His hair was also shaved and he is now bald.Song Yu said that he was handsome even with a bald head, but the curved centipede stitched on the back was a bit ugly, and he ran out to buy him a hat just after the stitches were done, and he hasn't come back yet.

That guy was dizzy, probably couldn't hold it anymore.

The flesh on his back was rotten, and he wanted to leave after the stitches were done, but the doctor refused to let him go after cleaning the wound, saying that he was afraid of tearing the wound or infection, and asked him to lie here for a few days to heal.

After lying down for a few days, I couldn’t go back to school, the ticket was refunded, and there was a temporary accident, and the part-time brand owner couldn’t wait for him alone. There are tens of thousands of substitutes. When I go back, I guess nothing will happen to him .The parent of the child who is the tutor is not in a hurry. This time, he can make up lessons and make up the composition, any week is fine, but Jiang Xiao doesn't want to see the child right now, he has no intention of coaxing anyone anymore.

There were not so many things to do, he was wearing thick clothes when he went out yesterday, but his father stood at the entrance of the building and said it was cold, so he took off his coat and gave it to him.

Who would be on guard against their own father?

When the wine bottle hit his head, he was still reaching out to cover the man with clothes.

Jiang Xiao tugged at the corners of his mouth, trying to give a mocking smile, but before his lips stretched, a salty trickle flowed out from the crack that had just scabbed at the corner of his mouth.

Raising his hand to wipe it, his fingers touched the plastic product that was cushioned in the nose to fix the bridge of the nose, and he could still hear the crunch of the doctor's nose bone twisting when he poked the cold tweezers in.

The thick bandage wrapped around his wrist was like a rice dumpling, and it was quite heavy. The doctor said that if he came a little later, he would be gone.

After Shen Qing heard this, she left him and left.

He didn't know if he would come back.

Of course, glass shards can't flow into such a horrible pool of blood. No matter how crazy his father is, he won't really lose his mind. After all, a traditional person like his father still has blood left.

He cut off his blood.

Cutting his wrists seemed more childish than swallowing medicine. He promised that person that nothing would happen to him again.

He always breaks his promises.

Sometimes he also feels that he is unforgivable, and sometimes he feels that he has done nothing wrong.He always thought that his violent tendencies were hereditary. It wasn't until his dad pinned him on broken glass and swung the wine bottle wildly that he realized that he had wronged her again.

The room was quiet, no one was with him, Shen Qing asked the nurse who came to give him an injection to take out the clock that was hanging on the wall.He hated hearing the sound of the second hand clicking, and the urgent rhythm made him feel a sense of fear and guilt that he was wasting his time every time he closed his eyes.

The white lamp made his eyes hurt, and Jiang Xiao finally got tired from staring at his eyes. He turned his head and looked out the window on the other side, closed his eyes, and moved his lips slightly.

Shen Qing...

Outside the window, very far away.

In the world of ice and snow, by the side door of the hospital.

The skinny black figure squatted under the white-painted yellow wall, came out at 02:30, stood and squatted, half of his face was swollen, and waited until the night fell until the snow stopped.

Raising her hands to shake off the thin layer of snow covering her hair, Shen Qing squinted her eyes, watching the cars passing by on the avenue, her lips parted slightly, and breathed out a thin mouthful of blue mist.

At the foot, there is a pile of charred and wet cigarette butts buried in the fresh snow.

He thought he had a high level of comprehension, and he could do it as soon as others said it, but it took him a whole night of effort to inhale the shredded tobacco into his lungs.

The shredded tobacco is spicy, and the heat hits the lungs. It is not as comfortable as expected, but it is indeed enough to relax the nerves.

26 a box of Yellow Crane Tower, 5 cents for a plastic lighter, bought from the tin cart shop next door.

The trouble-making earrings made by self-inflicted crimes, half-written nonsense novels, bloody nightmares that had been foreshadowed, things brought to light, people with blurred blood, Song Yu told him that his brother had read the novel all day, and when he was about to die, Swallowed a pill late...

His brother dropped his phone at Song Yu's house.

At the time he texted him.

Suicide, again and again, because of him.

Shen Qing didn't want to think too much, but she couldn't control herself not to think.

He thought that despair would be heart-piercing crying, or begging for forgiveness while listening to his brother's crying, who knew that in the end they looked at each other speechlessly, nothing but silence, not even a tear came out.

He really is a heartless person.

Shen Qing smiled self-deprecatingly, lowered her head and held the cigarette in her mouth, stretched her fingers into the snow, picked up the waste cigarette butts she dropped one by one, got up and threw them into the trash can.

It's better to blow the cold wind all night, but it's better than staying with that bastard who spent three thousand and three thousand and even talked about suicide.

The sky was still gray, and after the heavy snowfall, the whole small town was shrouded in fog.

Shen Qing stood by the trash can and sneezed violently.

I didn't eat last night, and now my stomach is screaming with hunger. As soon as I smoked the last cigarette, the blue mist dispersed in the morning mist, and my long cold fingers clenched the cigarette case and stuffed it into the trash can together.

There was soot on Tantan's body, there was a breakfast shop nearby that sold pork rib soup, Shen Qing went in and ordered a vegetarian bun, a large portion of pork bone soup and three rolled meat omelets, and drank porridge for dinner while waiting.

Song Yu sent him a message, saying that he would come back at ten o'clock in the morning. He was a little dizzy and needed to catch up on sleep.

Shen Qing ignored him.

The two added WeChat last night, and the other party also knew about the matter between him and his brother from Jiang Jifeng, so they didn't have much reaction.Shen Qing asked him casually, but the other party asked him instead, "Who wouldn't like a person like him?"

Shen Qing suddenly didn't want his brother to live at Song Yu's house.

Carrying the lunch box back to the ward, his brother was already lying on the bed and fell asleep, he closed the door lightly, glanced at the man's naked scalp, and slowed down his movements, and put the lunch box away. On the bedside table behind his brother.

The heating in the room was fully turned on, and his brother felt uncomfortable, and he didn't want to cover his back with a quilt, and it was inconvenient to move his swollen wrists placed on both sides of the bed, so Shen Qing went to help someone pull down the quilt, without any intention Make a stop, turn around and leave.

"I can't hold the bowl." The sleeping man suddenly opened his mouth, his voice hoarse.

"Pigs know how to eat," Shen Qing stopped at the door with a cold tone, "You won't?"

"You didn't accompany me last night."

"Make room for you to commit suicide."

"Shen Qing," Jiang Xiao smiled wryly in a hoarse voice, and looked back at him, "Don't do that."

"If it's okay, I'll go." Shen Qing twisted the door and was about to go out.

"I didn't eat all day yesterday, I'm really hungry," the person behind me sighed helplessly, "I also hurt my hand, I can't hold the bowl."

"I'll find you a pretty nurse."

"I only want you," Jiang Xiao said after a pause, "I want you even if my face is swollen."

Shen Qing turned to stare at him.The palm print on half of the face was faintly visible.

Jiang Xiao pulled his lips, and smiled at people knowingly.The corner of the mouth was split open, and blood flowed out again.

Unable to stop feeling distressed, Shen Qing went over to open the box to feed him with a cold face.

"Why do you smell of smoke?" Jiang Xiao frowned.

"Open your mouth." Shen Qing ignored him, took a big omelette from the farthest side, and slapped him in the mouth.

Jiang Xiao clicked his tongue, leaned his head together and opened his mouth wide to bite.

He was so hungry that he swallowed a third of it in one gulp, and the cracks on his lips immediately burst open again, and the blood dripped onto the cake, Shen Qing looked away, pretending not to see.

"Soup." Uncle Xiao chewed on the cake and choked, waiting for someone to serve him.

Shen Qing held a large bowl and fed him soup.

"It's a bit hot." Jiang Xiao was scalded, and stuck out his tongue in a hiss.

Shen Qing took a small spoon from the bag and gave him a small mouthful of soup, and fed it into his mouth.

"I still want to eat pancakes." Jiang Xiao shouted again after drinking the soup.

Shen gently put down the bowl, and through the plastic bag, tore the big thick pancake roll with three times the meat in half horizontally, and handed over the short biscuit mouth.

"Have you eaten yet?" Jiang Xiao ate even more smoothly this time.

"Eat." Shen lightly pulled the paper to wipe his mouth.

"What to eat?"

"Porridge and buns."

"Is it tasty?"

"I'll buy it for you at noon."

"why are you crying?"

"I don't know why you're sitting here feeding a stupid pig that hasn't eaten in 800 years."

"Shen Qing," Jiang Xiao looked at the cold man who was sitting beside the bed with drooping head and tears, sighed softly, raised his hand to wipe his tears, and coaxed softly, "Don't cry, I'm fine."

"You don't count what you say!" With warm fingers gently touching the cold skin, Shen Qing finally couldn't help crying, "You always lie to me! You always hide everything from me! Why! Why? What!"

"I'm sorry," Jiang Xiao propped his elbows on the bed, crawled over, and wiped away the heat from the corners of his eyes over and over again, "I'm sorry."

"I hate that you are always saying sorry to me!" Shen Qing cried hurriedly, and slapped his hand away.

"I hate it too," Jiang Xiao smiled wryly, then lay back on his stomach, lowered his head and picked his fingers, and whispered, "If you don't say it, you'll hate me even more."

"You hide from me! You don't want to be with me at all!"

"I'm sorry..." Jiang Xiao buried his head, remained silent for a while, closed his eyes and said softly, "Shen Qing, don't you want to be with me too?"

The people around him didn't answer their cries, so Jiang Xiao opened his eyes and looked at him.

Shen Qing lowered his head and sobbed, breathing slowly to calm down his emotions, he turned his back, lowered his head and wiped his eyes with a piece of paper.

He didn't want to say "that was before knowing the truth", and he didn't want to explain "the novel is not yet finished, and the ending is still to be determined". The words he typed out with his own hands, no matter what the situation was at the time, were all from his heart.

His brother was right, he was indeed tortured by that kind of neurotic pervert to the point of self-abuse and madness, and he had to get his brother, and indeed after he got him, he couldn't bear the hatred and couldn't control himself To destroy and hurt him.

He loves him and has tried to change for him, but they eat and live together day and night, their breaths intertwine when they sleep, and their skin|skin touches each other when they kiss. Ordinary people, how could he bear it again and again when his brother was begging for kisses?

Falling down again and again, there is no cure, they are trapped in an endless loop of mutual torture, and there is only one way to truly escape.

Jiang Xiao didn't say anything, neither did Shen Qing. After wiping away his tears, he turned around and continued to feed his brother.

The plastic bag pierced through the silent air, the second cake went halfway down, the soup spoon touched the bowl, there was a sound of blowing heat, the fingertips wrapped in pungent smoke held the spoon, and passed it to the person over and over again. lips.

The ward was quiet, and the two remained silent.

Before leaving, Shen Qing helped his brother to go to the toilet, the private ward had its own bathroom, so the two of them would not feel embarrassed.

In fact, there is nothing embarrassing about it, what should be seen, what should be touched, what should not be done has already been done, what's the point of helping someone to go to the toilet?

The moment they got very close, Shen Qing smelled the faint fragrance of lavender on his brother's shoulders, and wanted to kiss him again.

It was a very convenient posture, everything was under control, and it was rare for two people to be so close. When his lips moved closer, his brother closed his eyes cooperatively, looking at the man's trembling eyelashes lightly, and The little blood-stained face suddenly pressed his lips to his ear again.

Without kissing, I said "I still love you".

Itching, ears and heart.Jiang Xiao chuckled, turned around and rubbed his forehead affectionately on his face, and replied "Me too".

Shen Qing didn't say anything else, helped him wash his hands, and went back to the outer room.

"Mom also knows?" Laying back on the hospital bed, Jiang Xiao turned his head to look at the person who was packing up his lunch box and was about to leave, and asked a little more, "Where do you plan to live in the future?"

"It's not 'you', it's 'us'." Shen Qing tied the plastic bag and glanced at him, "Do you want to live in Song Yu's house forever?"

"Isn't it going to be back in seven or eight days?" Jiang Xiao said, "The second child's house already belongs to us. In two years, if I don't pass the graduate school entrance examination, I can just find a job and forget it. Save some food and drink, support you and your mother, and pay the rent to live, anyway, it’s no problem.”

The hand tying the belt paused, and Shen Qing turned his head to look at him.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Xiao raised his eyebrows.

"You have to live like this for the rest of your life, taking life as the only criterion to measure your future and future," Shen Qing said, "I don't recognize you."

"The economic base determines the superstructure." Jiang Xiao smiled lightly.

"It's you who said that you want to pursue spiritual satisfaction." Shen Qing resisted the urge to smash the lunch box in his hand on his head, stood in front of him, bent down and stared at him, "I said, you just have to learn your habits well." , you don't have to worry about other things."

"Shen Qing," Jiang Xiao looked at him, "Your talent is higher than mine. If you work hard, you will definitely do better than me. I don't want you to be dragged down by me."

"You should have said this ten years ago." Shen Qing didn't appreciate it, turned around and left: "It's only now that you're hypocritical, it's too late."

Jiang Xiao: "..."

Are you a liberal arts student with such a poisonous mouth?

But after thinking about it, English seems to be a liberal arts.

But at least he was willing to talk to people, Jiang Xiao tilted his head and stared at the last rolled meat omelette left on the bedside, sighing.

The sound of footsteps outside the door gradually faded away, Jiang Xiao stretched his arms, lazily got up from the bed, and stretched out his paws to grab the last one.

The crispy meat is three times golden and crunchy when you bite into it. The omelette is soft and smells like wheat, and it is still warm in your hand. In addition to the meat, there are also a lot of hot and sour potatoes rolled under the burrito. Shredded, topped with finely chopped onion, cloves, and shredded pickles, and wrapped in a juicy meat sauce.

The shadow reflected on the white wall happily crossed its legs on the bed, stuffing the cake into its mouth hungrily.

How can two eat as much as an adult beast?

No matter how disabled a young fitness expert who exercises all the year round, how can he be paralyzed on the bed waiting for someone to feed him?

The lip is split and bleeding is small, it's not painful or itchy, I don't feel it at all, although my wrist is still swollen and painful, can't I just take it easy?

Just as he was full of complacency, Jiang Xiao took the last bite and swallowed a small piece of paper suddenly.

Thinking that it was accidentally mixed in by the merchant, Jiang Xiao endured his nausea and picked it out of his mouth before chewing it.

The thumb is long and wide, and there is a line of small characters flying up:

Brother, let's break up.

The author has something to say:

Time is a circle, the starting point is the end point, and the end point is a kind of starting point.

Hold on guys!

The dawn of victory has been seen!

感谢在2021-08-2623:56:40~2021-08-2717:40:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: wake up and marry me 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: Qiling marry me, 10 bottles of Liyue;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!