will wake up tomorrow

The tattooed man is an unemployed vagrant, born as a gangster, and loves to bully a powerless little beauty. Even if this little beauty is a man, he is full of pleasure.

He "revenges" his nephew Zhengshuang, he never thought that he would kill Cheng Yaojin halfway, and let him hang around with swords, guns and sticks for many years, but he was no match for his enraged younger brother, so he had to run away.

For a while, the alley was silent.

The elder brother was still in shock, and he didn't even care about the few strands of hair drooping over his eyes.

However, it wasn't the tattooed man just now that shocked his brother, but his younger brother whom he hadn't seen for seven years. He never thought that he would see this person again, let alone in this way.

Not seeing each other for seven years, my brother has grown taller and matured, with edges and corners on his face.He wore neat clothes and combed his hair meticulously, which completely faded away the youthful youthfulness that he had in mind.

Seven years is neither long nor short.

The elder brother was only two meters away from him, if he continued to look at each other indifferently, he would be an idiot.The younger brother stepped forward in two steps, holding his elder brother's face in his hands, his hands were already shaking badly.

However, before the "brother" in his mouth could be uttered, his brother grabbed his collar and pushed him away, and his fingertips barely touched his soft hair.

The elder brother didn't have any strength left, and the defenseless younger brother staggered back a few steps and leaned against the wall.He has beaten fierce hooligans, but he has no power to fight back in front of his brother.

In the live broadcast room, the elder brother who was as warm as the sun, how could Dudu raise the ice knife all over him.He could touch another bastard who called him "brother" on the head, but he wouldn't even let him touch his real brother.

Unbelief appeared on the younger brother's face, so that the cold "get off" from the elder brother's mouth was as illusory as a voice from outside.

The elder brother's wallet was thrown by the trash can during the fight. The elder brother didn't look at his younger brother again. He wiped his face touched by his younger brother, panted heavily, and tied up his loose hair while walking not far away. wallet at the office.

"pat, pat..."

My brother heard the sound of liquid hitting the ground behind him. The sound was weak, but it was very clear in this secluded alley, and it seemed to be echoing.

The younger brother was injured, the tattooed man had a knife, and his arm was cut a few centimeters wide.

Looking at his brother's cold back, his brother felt more pain from the knife wound on his arm, the pain of being torn apart along with his heart.

His throat was dry, and he looked at his brother sadly. He was afraid that his brother would get angry, so he didn't dare to go forward rashly, so he had to squeeze out a few words: "I'm bleeding."

Brother did not stop.

"Brother, I'm in so much pain, it hurts so much."

Brother paused.

The younger brother’s voice is aggrieved enough, but also enough to make one’s heart soften. Imagine a tall, handsome, and rich man holding his bleeding arm and calling out “Brother” aggrievedly. Few people probably wouldn’t feel sorry for such a scene. pity.

However, the elder brother was indifferent enough.

He took a few steps forward, bent down and picked up the wallet on the ground.

Seeing his elder brother walking towards him again, his younger brother's eyes lit up with hope, and he rushed forward excitedly, but in the next second, he was stuffed with a hand of banknotes.

"Take it, heal the wound."

The younger brother bowed his head, holding a dozen or so red banknotes.

……

The elder brother almost fled back to the apartment. His coat was stained with his younger brother's blood. He took off his coat, turned on the bathroom faucet and scrubbed frantically. His hands turned red until the blood faded away.

The water in the faucet was still rushing, and my brother supported the sink with both hands, looking at himself in the mirror.

In the mirror, he had a ferocious complexion, red eyes, messy hair, and he was panting like a madman.

The elder brother overestimated himself. He thought that seven years was long enough for him to forget the pain and hatred in the past, but when he saw his younger brother again, the fear in his heart still broke out uncontrollably.

Whether it is a tragic mother, abominable adoptive parents, or the unforgettable prison disaster.

On a warm spring day, he felt cold all over his body as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

My brother threw down his clothes, tremblingly returned to the bedroom, and retracted into the bed, but sleep did not protect him, but made everything in the past clearer.

Disgusting, sleazy, selling ass, twat chirping, and the ridiculous "[-]-time parent-teacher meeting"...

The dream was full of his younger brother's cynicism and sarcasm to him at the beginning, but he groveled like a dog, guarding that stupid guilt and love, walking alone in the endless darkness, willing to give everything, and losing bit by bit self.

The brother wakes up from a hopeless nightmare.

As the saying goes, it is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal. In seven years, he has already become greedy and selfish.

He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, his hard-won new life finally improved with his hard work, and he didn't want to turn back into a dog again.

I really don't want to.

……

When the old and the young asked the hotel staff to open the room, they were not scared to death by the sight in front of them.

The younger brother, in a crumpled shirt, was lying on his back on the bed in the bedroom of the suite, his eyes glazed over, a few red banknotes scattered around his hand.The bandages on his arm were all stained red, and there was blood everywhere on the bed sheet, just like a murder scene.

The waiter almost called the police with his mobile phone, but fortunately he was stopped by the boss and dialed 120 instead.

The youngest called an ambulance, hurriedly dragged his younger brother to the hospital, and the second and third children in W City also came after hearing the news from thousands of miles away.

The three brothers who were kicked out of the ward one after another squeezed together at the door of the ward with sweat on their faces, looking at each other, and none of them dared to go in to ask for scolding.They have never seen the boss like this. In their opinion, the boss will always be the calmest and most decisive person.

The second child was at a loss and said: "The boss won't break up with us behind his back, right?"

This was originally a joke from the second child, but the youngest nodded seriously: "I think it's probably true."