chase a hammer

Wu Han thought about it many times in the past, if one day, he found his own brother, the only one in the world who has the closest blood relationship with him, and his own brother stood in front of him, what would it be like? .

It may be black hair, and it looks cheerful and lively. Standing in front of him, he will look at him with a little curiosity, or maybe he has a quiet personality, only slightly pursing his lips and raising his head, looking at him cautiously with a little bit of astonishment.

Wu Han imagined thousands of scenarios, but he never thought that his own brother was the one he had tortured for more than ten years.

They are enemies.

They are enemies who hate each other to the bone.

He is an enemy who will never die in this life.

They have the closest blood relationship, and that child once carefully wanted to get close to him, would pour hot milk for him clumsily when he was a child, would sit excitedly at the door waiting for him to come home from school, and would call him in a low voice Brother, will also look at the elder brother of others with envy.

But now he has ruined all of this with his own hands. It is he who forced the word "brother" into Wu Chu's heart and turned it into an enemy-like existence.

Wu Han arched his body, his fingers tensed to the point of convulsions, he tried his best to suppress the choking in his throat, but in the next second, he seemed to be collapsing and burst into tears. The sorrow that was constricting his chest completely enveloped him .

He could have had a good time with Wu Chu.

He could have watched Wu Chu grow up slowly from a young age, watched Wu Chu grow up intact under his wings, watched Wu Chu pursue the career he liked, and when he might fail, he might tell him in despair, brother , I didn't run well today.

Or maybe when he gets the first trophy in his life, he will say to him with a little reserved but unconcealed excitement, brother, I won!

Wu Chu should have grown up in love.

Instead of being pointed at the nose and scolded for more than ten years, growing up with the name of Kemu on his back, and then at the age of 19, he was beaten and bruised because of a piece of garbage and got out of the house.

The dazed Wu Han remembered that on the day Wu Chu was kicked out of Wu's house, he stood coldly in Wu's house and watched Wu Chu limping out of Wu's house covered in blood from the beating. In the torrential rain, he said to his younger brother in a disgusted tone: "Some people better know who deserves to die."

Now he knows.

It turns out that the person who should die should always be him, Wu Han.

If he had slaughtered Wu Zongsheng with a knife in his mother's mourning hall in the early years, even if he had killed himself, but in exchange for Wu Chuping's safety and health, he had never experienced those sufferings. It's better than such a tragic scene today.

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In the VIP lounge of the airport in country A, the business laptop screen in front of the man on the sofa is full of dense sports channel news, and the profile pictures on various web pages are stacked. He listened to Zhang Rui’s voice on the other end of the phone. : "I will keep an eye on Zhang Huaiyuan for you, even that bastard Wu Zongsheng can't escape."

"Even if you want to see Wu Chu again, you have to see if you can bear it."

Sitting on the sofa, Wu Han's suit was a little wrinkled, and he looked a bit embarrassed. He murmured to the person on the other end of the phone: "He... the match is tomorrow, isn't it?"

Zhang Rui's voice was also a little hoarse, as if he was afraid of the collapse of the opposite person, he said softly: "Yes, his match is tomorrow."

"He's great now."

"I read that people on the Internet say that he wants to win the championship."

Wu Han's lips moved, as if he was about to bend his lips to smile, but he accidentally pulled his chapped lips, a little bloodshot, and the man murmured unconsciously: "I know..."

"He's very powerful now..."

Wu Chu gritted his teeth and climbed step by step in a place he couldn't see. His younger brother has grown into an existence that can be called excellent.

But all this has nothing to do with him.

Wu Han's throat moved, his eyes were filled with red blood, and he continued to murmur in a low voice: "I just thought that I could just take a look at him off the court..."

The man's voice became more and more difficult, and he said softly: "I just thought, I can see him holding the championship..."

He just thought of Wu Chu striding towards the podium step by step, in Huaguo, in City A, watching his younger brother spouting champagne and holding up the trophy with a wanton smile on the stage.

Zhang Rui was silent. He knew that Wu Han rushed to the early morning flight to be able to return to City A as soon as possible. In order to see Wu Chu earlier, he knew that he could not persuade him, so he said: "I will prepare the tickets for you in the arena. gone."

Wu Han said in a deeply tired and hoarse voice, "Thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Han stared at the laptop screen silently. He watched Wu Chu's appearance in various places and races over and over again.

He watched the videos from several years ago, watched those videos change from low-resolution blurry to clear gradually, and watched Wu Chu's appearance gradually change from youthful to stern.

He seems to rarely laugh in front of the camera, and he doesn't have a very close relationship with the people in the team. When he was running races in Europe in his teens, he was often accompanied by a blond boy.

Until the moment he stepped on the plane, Wu Han was still thinking that it would be great if he could take a closer look at Wu Chu after this game.

On the plane, the man even arranged his appearance in a bit of embarrassment and panic. He looked at the person in the mirror with a pale face and bloodshot eyes. He was afraid that his current appearance would make Wu Chu even more disgusted.

He panicked as if he was a different person, muttering to himself as he flipped through the first-class amenity bag, trying his best to take care of himself, trying to make his younger brother not hate him so much.But when he was shaving, for some reason, his hands trembled slightly, and a bloody gash was shaved on his face.

Wu Han didn't care at all, he put on a new suit, sat in his seat with a stiff body, and watched the videos that Wu Chu could find and download on the Internet over and over again.

More than five hours later, due to flight delays, Wu Han failed to arrive in City A on time before the game.

When Wu Han stepped off the plane and turned off the flight mode, countless missed calls suddenly popped up on his mobile phone, all of which were from Zhang Rui not long ago.

He walked in a hurry, strode out of the airport with his suitcase, and called Zhang Rui back. Zhang Rui only answered the phone when he got in the driver's car.

When the call was connected, Zhang Rui's voice was hoarse and trembling, "Come to Yin's hospital, hurry! Come!"

His voice choked with panic and said, "Wu Chu..."

"They said that Wu Chu might be dying..."

There was a loud buzzing in Wu Han's head, but Zhang Rui on the other end of the phone said with gritted teeth and a trembling voice: "There was a problem with his car during the race..."

Next, Zhang Rui said something, but Wu Han couldn't hear it anymore, he just yelled at the driver, trembling all over, "Turn around..."

"Turn around! Go to the Yin family's hospital!"

Wu Han looked like he was going crazy. He murmured disbelief with his red eyes, but when he clicked on the video of the race that was rebroadcast not long ago, he almost watched the red racing car on the track turn. Suddenly lost control, the ground suddenly splashed sparks, and hit the guardrail beside the track with a terrifying impact. At the moment of the violent impact, the car was torn into two halves, the fuel tank leaked and exploded, and suddenly ignited. The raging fire rolled up thick smoke, and the scene was terrifying.

And he rushed back day and night, but he couldn't see his brother, and he couldn't say a word to him.

Because his own brother lost consciousness in the burning racing car on the first day after he found it. He was covered in blood and was rushed to the hospital by helicopter. His life and death are unknown.