sunny as rain

Ye Zhirong smiled innocently, his glasses reflected a cold white light, a pair of walnut eyes similar to Ye Zhihui's were hidden behind the glasses, making it hard to see clearly.

Jiang Yahui let out a slightly trembling but stiff laugh, which echoed in the east room.

Ye Zhirong didn't intend to stop, and continued: "I saw with my own eyes that someone kidnapped your son, why don't you go and have a look, they said they were going to kill your son."

The room fell silent.

Ye Zhihui lit a cigarette with trembling fingers, and there were two pops. The flint of the lighter sent sparks everywhere, but it still couldn't light.

He threw the lighter at Ye Zhirong's feet suddenly, and said while grinding his back molars: "Brother, you are crazy! What the hell are you trying to do?!"

Jiang Yahui laughed very stiffly, and shouted loudly: "Your brother is crazy, he is crazy." Then she said to Ye Zhirong: "Go home and go crazy, you pervert, we have nothing to do with each other long ago."

There was a creaking sound of chairs being dragged in the room. Ye Zhirong stood up from the chair, looked out the window, tilted his head to listen to the sounds outside, pointed to Jiang Yahui's face, and said excitedly: "My third child, she is Bitch, I saw her bring another man home while you were away."

The room fell silent again.

Not hearing the ideal quarrel, Ye Zhirong felt unwilling and growled: "Third brother, think about it, adulterer and adulterer. This woman is too cunning, and she tricked you around, aren't you angry?"

Ye Zhirong walked around the room nervously, repeatedly picking his fingernails, turned his head to look at Ye Zhihui, widened his eyes behind the glasses, and continued: "You don't know, do you? You can't know .”

Ye Zhihui sneered and said, "Brother, hurry home and don't come to my house during this time."

Ye Zhirong's face showed the excitement of knowing everyone's secret, and his voice became more and more sharp: "Third brother, she said she wants to be nice to me, so let her be nice to me now."

Ye Zhihui angrily declared: "Brother, you misunderstood, she is my wife, she will not be nice to you."

Ye Zhirong looked at his serious brother expressionlessly.

Ye Zhihui's appearance looked absurd and ridiculous, without the panic and anger as imagined, which made Ye Zhirong feel dissatisfied.

Ye Zhirong's rhetoric disappeared silently in their silence. Ye Zhihui's ignorance of him was more like a deformed ridicule. He raised his voice and said, "She doesn't like me, and I won't let her With other men."

Ye Zhirong waited, smiling nervously, with the pair of thick glasses, there was a kind of tragic color.

Ye Zhihui, on the other hand, said in a calm tone, as if expressing some kind of calm point of view: "You don't need to worry about my family's affairs, brother, you should go home. If you dare to hurt my family, I will not let you go."

Ye Zhirong sneered nervously, and exclaimed again and again: "Third brother, you will be ruined by this woman sooner or later, and she will continue to fool around with other men."

Then it was more like talking to himself, with his hands behind his back, walking in place, immersed in his own thoughts, his lips trembling, and murmured: "No, I have to help you look at her. When I see other men coming to look for her Her, I will beat him away, if not, I will kill her, so that she will never be able to be with other men again. "

Ye Zhirong is short, slightly fat, and always wears dark loose clothes.

If you pass him by on the street, you will feel that he is an old man. When he walks, his arms hang down by his sides, almost never swinging, and he bumps into you in a daze. He dodges with one step.

Ye Zhirong stood in front of Ye Zhihui. At first glance, the difference between the two was about ten years old. Ye Zhihui was gentle and shy, while Ye Zhirong was always aggressive. He sneered strangely, staring at Jiang Yahui and said: "I will kill you , I will definitely kill you."

Ye Zhirong's ferocious eyes looked very dangerous, and he looked around vigilantly as he walked forward, as if he was worried about being followed.

Jiang Yahui didn't have the slightest fear, but met Ye Zhirong's hateful eyes, showed the courage and determination to break the pot, and shouted at his back: "I'm waiting for you to kill me, I want to see how you do it!" Kill me, I'll wait for you, kill me if you have the ability."

After Ye Zhirong left, Jiang Yahui yelled at Ye Zhihui: "Your brother is crazy, did you hear that? He's going to kill me, what a joke."

Ye Zhihui was gloomy and confused, he didn't understand how the older brother in his memory, who was only slightly gloomy, became what he is now.

Ye Zhilan always said that it was Ye Zhirong who tortured their mother to death.

When he was young, Ye Zhirong had a weird temper, and he was especially keen on the affairs of men and women, almost to the point of pathological paranoia.

When he was a young adult, his family was poor, and Ye Zhirong always pestered his parents to find him a wife.

However, due to her high myopia, withdrawn personality, and the fact that she usually does not leave the house, no one in the village is willing to marry such a eccentric person.

At that time, there were many people who admired Ye Zhihui. There was even a girl who asked a matchmaker to propose marriage, but Ye Zhihui refused without hesitation.

After Ye Zhirong learned of this, he asked his mother to tell the girl that his brother didn't want to get married, and he was willing to marry her.

In the end, he was ruthlessly rejected by the girl and scolded him for being shameless.

That day, Ye Zhihui came home after get off work, and as soon as he entered the house, Ye Zhirong grabbed his neck and almost strangled him to death.

Afterwards, the two brothers never had any disputes again.

Not long ago, when Ye Zhihui and Jiang Yahui were making schoolbags at home, Ye Zhirong always came over to help with odd jobs.

The night Ye Shiyu bumped into them, although the three of them regretted it very much, but the matter has come to this point, and there is no resentment accumulated.

Not long ago, Ye Zhirong suddenly ran over and said that he saw Ye Shiyu being taken away by a stranger.

Jiang Yahui was terrified, and went to the school to find Ye Shiyu without saying a word.

Seeing is believing, Ye Shiyu was not taken away at all.

But Ye Zhihui thought that Ye Zhirong was wrong, so he didn't pursue it further.

Until just now, it was the same lie again.

Ye Zhihui really couldn't understand the reason why Ye Zhirong did this, obviously he also liked Xiao Yu very much, and often gave him pocket money.

Ye Zhihui lost his way in his own thoughts, the blue blood vessels on his brown arms were abnormally protruding from the action of grabbing his hair vigorously.

He wanted to do something to stop Ye Zhirong's madness, and then thought of Ye Zhilan.

In the past, she was the one who controlled her useless elder brother, but now that she is gone, Ye Zhirong became more and more unreasonable.

Who would have thought that Ye Zhilan, who has always been strong, would pass away early because of the softest and most delicate feelings in her heart.

Is this the end of fate?

What happened this year is simply too crazy. Accidents happen one after another, making people overwhelmed.

That night, he went to find his second brother Ye Zhihua.

Ye Zhihua's wife is called Sun Xiaoqin. She is a thin woman with childish bangs, and her personality is very different from other women.

She is like an extinct volcano that has been silent for many years. It erupts occasionally. It may erupt at any time, and then it will continue to erupt for a while.

So usually, Ye Zhihua hardly dared to provoke her.

The two have lived a sexually frigid life for so many years, each living their own lives, and their common hobby is making money, so Ye Zhihua's family has the best conditions.

Ye Zhihui told Ye Zhihua and his wife what had happened in the past few days. Before she finished listening to Ye Zhihui's words, Sun Xiaoqin just said "abnormal" and went to the backyard to feed the chickens.

There is a small house behind the big house of Ye Zhihua's family, which raises a lot of chickens, and makes a lot of money just by selling eggs.Occasionally, two chickens fight, and one of them dies, or its neck gets stuck in the cage and suffocates. Sun Xiaoqin will take the dead chicken and send it to Ye Shiyu's house to improve Ye Shiyu's food.

Every time at this time, Jiang Yahui would chat with Sun Xiaoqin for a while.The two complained about the man from the Ye family together, and then they both covered their mouths and smiled.

Including Ye Zhilan, all three of them gave Ye Zhirong the same evaluation, but the man in the Ye family didn't know where the evaluation came from. It was Ye Zhilan who escaped from Ye Zhirong and never came back. learned from the mouth of the woman.

After Sun Xiaoqin left, Jiang Yahui would put the chicken into a basin filled with boiling hot water, strip off the chicken feathers, and save the stewed potatoes for dinner.

The smell of hot water pouring on chicken feathers is unpleasant, similar to the smell of rancid sweat after repeated distillation.

Ye Zhihua didn't care about Ye Zhirong's affairs at all, he only cared about making money every day, and ignored other things.Now he is so thin that his head has been trimmed to be smooth, like an egg with its shell peeled off.

Ye Zhihua touched the hard stubble growing on his head, and sighed: "Don't worry about him, the boss has been a coward since he was a child, he dare not kill people, even if you give him [-] courage, you don't need to talk to him."

Ye Zhihui thought the same way, but he couldn't help but glanced at Ye Zhihua's bald head, and jumped up in shock: "You must be bald, so you cut your hair."

Ye Zhihua saw him making a fuss, threw the cigarette case at him, and said with a smile: "Smoke this and see, that kid Ye Rufeng bought it for me."

After thinking about it, I added a sentence: "Our dad will be thankful at that time. You were young at that time, so you don't know."

Ye Zhihui took a puff of a cigarette, lit it for his second brother, and sighed: "Then my hair will probably have to be cut in the future, it will be even uglier if it's bald."

Ye Zhihua patted his thigh and said with a smile: "That's right, the shaving tool I just bought can shave you too."

Ye Zhihui took a sharp puff of the cigarette, pressed the butt of the cigarette into the ashtray, and said noncommittally, "Sure, then you shave it for me too."

After shaving his head, Ye Zhihui rubbed his smooth head, and said to Ye Zhihua: "Don't tell me, our brains look alike, we are indeed brothers."

Ye Zhihua smiled indifferently and said, "Why doesn't the boss look like us?"

After shaving his head, Ye Zhihui went home.

After arriving home, Ye Shiyu looked at Ye Zhihui's bald head like a marinated egg, feeling unhappy.

Ye Zhihui's bald head was shiny and covered with a layer of strange fluff, which made his temperament softer.But Ye Shiyu just didn't like it, and was worried all night.

In the middle of the night, Ye Shiyu got up from the bed, shook the arms around him, abruptly woke him up, and said in a crying voice: "It's over, I have to bald in middle age, and it's inherited. When the time comes, you Don't want me, don't think I'm ugly."

The surroundings couldn't laugh or cry, pressed him into his arms, stroked his soft hair and said sharply, jokingly said: "Your hair is really not very dense?"

Ye Shiyu quickly raised his face, looked around and said, "My father and the second uncle both cut their hair, just not wanting others to know that they are bald."

Everyone around suppressed laughter, comforting Ye Shiyu rather helplessly and said: "It's okay, there is still time to cut your hair when you are middle-aged."

Ye Shiyu hesitated to speak, trying to imagine how he looked bald.

Commands around fiercely: "Sleep."

Ye Shiyu was so angry that he jumped up and down, but he still stroked his hair and fell asleep.

In the end, no one could stop Ye Zhirong, and the war between him and Jiang Yahui broke out.

If you are too greedy for glory, you will inevitably taste the taste of loss.

Ye Zhihui not only covets love, but also cares about family affection.

On the other side of love is Jiang Yahui, and on the other side of family affection is Ye Zhirong. The two have long been incompatible, how can they coexist, they are destined to lose one person.

But Ye Zhihui stood between the two of them, and he was going to give up one of them after all.

The author has something to say: Collect what you like!There is another update tonight!The most basic thing is that it will be updated every day, and there are enough manuscripts, so feel free to read it.