will wake up tomorrow

When the younger brother left the school belle and took a taxi to the hospital, the lights in the operating room went out.

His heart was beating wildly, and he asked the doctor in a daze, "Are you still alive?"

The doctor frowned, obviously he had never seen such a question before, but he still replied: "Are you a family member? The operation was a success."

At that moment, the younger brother's legs went limp, and his body lost all his strength, almost failing to support his 1.8-meter-five height.

Fortunately, the place where my brother fell was a sandy field, which only caused arm fractures, soft tissue contusions and a slight concussion, which was not life-threatening.

My brother's mobile phone is placed by the bedside of the hospital bed, and the hospital and the workers use it to contact my brother.

The younger brother opened the screen and clicked into the phone book. There was a special group with only one number, which was his.

He always thought that his brother didn't know his number.

The name of the special group is "Important Call", which is probably named by the system, but this so-called important call has never been called by this mobile phone. Fortunately, my brother saved it like this, otherwise the doctor may not call this call first. give him.

For the first time, the younger brother checked his elder brother's mobile phone. He saw a strange call in the address book. From last month to yesterday, he made a total of 23 calls, almost once a day.

Brother actually maintained such a close connection with someone without him knowing.In fact, thinking about it, he really doesn't know anything about many aspects of his brother, and he always refuses to understand his brother.

For some reason, my younger brother suddenly remembered the man driving the Mercedes-Benz he saw yesterday afternoon.

The younger brother gripped the phone tightly and dialed the number.

It was past eleven o'clock in the evening, but the phone rang within two rings and was picked up.

A gentle male voice came from the opposite side, and he called his brother by his nickname.

"Call me so late, is there something urgent?"

Hearing the man's words so intimately, the younger brother's eyes darkened: "Who are you?"

The other side paused: "I should ask you this question, why is his mobile phone in your hand? Where is he, I want to talk to him."

The sudden eager voice on the other side was extremely harsh to his younger brother, as if the person on the other side was his brother's relatives, and he was almost sure that this person was the man from yesterday.

"You are his younger brother?" the man guessed.

"It's me." This was the first time that the younger brother admitted his relationship with his elder brother in front of outsiders.

"Don't call him again in the future, let alone come to him." The younger brother didn't know, his tone at the moment was completely as if he was protecting food.

"It turns out that you are the proud son of heaven whom he has lavishly praised." The man opposite smiled, feeling helpless facing the little boy, "But I didn't see how you are superior to others. On the contrary, you are a child who is not polite."

The younger brother didn't say any more, just hung up the phone.

He didn't want to hear the man's voice anymore. When this man spoke, he always felt like he was being treated as a brat.

Among his peers, he always behaved ahead of his time and matured. It was the first time he was ridiculed for being naive in words, and he felt anxious.

Who cares?The younger brother didn't believe that this unlucky bastard who insisted on clinging to him could have any other ideas.

When he went to bed with his brother yesterday, he checked it specially. He knew his body well, and his brother had never slept with this man.

But despite this, he still put this number into the blacklist.

The younger brother sat in front of his elder brother's hospital bed, looking at his peaceful sleeping face.

Pale, with the same bloodless face as before.

The anesthesia has not passed yet, and the doctor told me that when my brother wakes up, he will probably feel very painful in the wound, so try not to move around, the pain is normal.

The younger brother suddenly didn't want his elder brother to wake up too soon.

He didn't really want to see this person in pain, he was afraid that this person would cry like a pussy again.

As much as he hated the sickly man, he still felt guilty.

The teacher punished him because he fell in love with the school belle, and this person helped him stay up late to write the fine copy, which led to his listlessness and work mistakes.

But he wasn't so guilty, because if this person didn't disturb the still water in his heart, how could he fall in love with Xiaohua in a hurry?

Although the younger brother found a perfect excuse for himself, he still felt blocked in his heart.

He never wanted to recall how he felt when he heard about his brother's accident on the phone just now.

It wasn't a catastrophe, but he was suddenly stunned, as if he couldn't feel his own existence. Such fear made him panic more than having sex with his enemy.

The doctor said, "Are you his family member? He is injured. The family members should come to the People's Hospital quickly."

The worker who sent my brother here also said on the phone: "I'm afraid of death, the sand is dyed red..."

The younger brother's fingertips trembled a little, and he pulled up his brother's quilt to cover him tightly. After thinking about it, he pulled down the quilt a little bit, revealing his brother's pointed chin.

The elder brother looks like his biological mother, and the younger brother has seen the photo of that woman, she is very beautiful and charming.My brother has been like a little girl since he was a child, with a white skin and a small face with a pointed chin. Even though he is now an adult and has a mature temperament, he still can't take off that trace of femininity.

The younger brother can't get used to soft-spoken men the most, especially the elder brother.

It's really fucked up for a man to grow up like this, with a soft and rotten personality. It's a bad luck for eight lifetimes.

It just so happened that this person's own bad luck was not over yet, and he had to be dragged along with him.

The younger brother stared at his elder brother's pointed chin, and for some reason, he remembered the way his elder brother was being punched by him with his face upturned. Only at that time, he felt that his elder brother's pointed chin touched his heartstrings.

For the younger brother, it was a long night, from a restless date, to a thrilling rush to the hospital, to quiet and fruitless random thinking...

But to my brother, he just fell into a coma and then opened his eyes.

The elder brother looked at the younger brother who was holding a spoonful of porridge in front of him, and thought he was dreaming, but his arms and head hurt so badly, it could not be a dream anyway.

The elder brother had a head injury and was wearing a funny headgear. He didn't open his mouth in a daze until the younger brother passed the spoon forward. Porridge.

The hot porridge touched the fragile oral mucosa, and my brother's face changed.

"Hey, what are you doing, spit it out!"

The younger brother dropped the spoon, and put his hand to his elder brother's mouth in desperation.

How could the elder brother spit something into the younger brother's palm?He shook his head and swallowed with difficulty.

"Idiot, who told you to eat it without blowing it off!"

The younger brother slammed the bowl on the table, looking very annoyed.

"sorry."

The elder brother’s voice was hoarse, his expression panicked, he didn’t dare to speak, his mouth was still hurting, he ate the porridge just now, he was afraid that his younger brother would be too tired holding the spoon, and even more afraid that his younger brother would get angry if he thought he was too slow, but the younger brother was still angry up.

Facing the nervous elder brother, the younger brother would sulk himself when he got angry, and picked up the bowl to feed the meal again. This time, he blew the cold first before sending it to the elder brother.

The elder brother didn't stare blankly this time, but opened his mouth mechanically.

When the porridge with a suitable temperature was swallowed, what followed was a sour nose and red eyes.

As soon as my brother lowered his head, he burst into tears.