His words were not excited at all, neither fast nor slow, and his voice was not loud, but very cold. Everyone present, including me, was shocked.
"Hey! Don't mess around!" The policeman next to him hurriedly grabbed his shoulder and warned him, but he just looked at the man too quietly without saying a word. The gangster leaned back with some fear.
He leaned back, but he was just sitting on the chair with nowhere to go.
He was taken to the other half for warning, while another policeman warned the gangster and told him not to cause trouble. A female policeman standing next to him quietly asked me who he was. I
Just shook his head.
At first, I thought he was like those messy novels where he suddenly gained some inexplicable and powerful identity after not seeing him for so long, but that was not the case.
I asked him, but he just scratched his head and said, "How can I have such a powerful identity?"
"Then why are you scaring him so much? Aren't you afraid that if he finds out, he will intensify his revenge?"
"Although I don't have such a powerful identity, I don't necessarily have to have such a powerful identity to do these things..." He looked at me and said something that I will probably never forget in my life: "I
I am the brother and you are the sister, isn’t that enough?”
This is the first time I have so clearly recognized the blood relationship between us.
"I heard you threw a plate on his face." He asked me.
"Ah? What happened? He asked for it."
He shook his head: "The attack was too gentle. You should send him to the hospital directly so that he would never dare to be like this again."
I was speechless for a while. He probably felt too good about himself suddenly and even spoke without thinking. But when I thought about what he just said in the police station, I felt that what he said might be true...
...my brain is a little confused.
"However, if this happens, you probably won't be able to sit down at your job anymore."
"Maybe." I sighed: "Maybe I'm really not suitable for doing these things."
"If you always look sad, the problem will not be solved."
"But smiling won't solve anything, right?" Faced with this question that I had heard once, I chose to give the same answer.
"But smiling at least will make you feel better. There will always be a way to solve the problem. There will always be a way." He murmured to himself.
I didn't continue the topic and went back to the apartment with him. He went out after cooking me dinner, which I ate alone. He seemed to have other things to do.
When he came to see me, it was still afternoon, and the store where I worked also called me and told me that I didn’t need to come in the afternoon, and my salary had become compensation for the plate. Although I knew that my daily salary must be more than that.
A plate, but if he says that, I can't help it. It's not worth fussing over something so trivial.
After I finished eating, I packed up the dishes and put them in the sink. Then I went back to the bedroom. Feeling that I had nothing to do, I flipped through the middle and high school physics textbooks on the table. I finished them quickly.
Then I felt that it was not interesting, so I lay down on the bed again. I didn't want to just fall asleep. He still didn't seem to take out the quilt, so I had to remind him.
He acts so carelessly, is he really related to me by blood?
In the middle of the night, I finally heard the sound of the apartment door being pushed open. I walked out of the room and saw him walking in, a little lost. I originally wanted to blame him for coming back so late, but
Seeing him like this, he didn't speak.
"Back?"
"Yeah." He responded softly, showed me a quiet smile, and then walked towards the kitchen, seemingly to boil water. He was holding a plastic bag in his hand, and I couldn't see what was inside.
What, but I always remember it.
I returned to my room, and his state made me a little concerned. I didn't really want to sleep. While playing with my phone, I suddenly remembered that I had to remind him to get the quilt, so I walked out of the room again.
I went out, but it was very quiet outside. My movements became a little more careful, and I saw him sitting on the hard sofa, holding his hands and falling asleep.
I was about to wake him up, but the things on the table in front of him caught my attention first. I quietly walked over and took a look, and there was a cup that had been filled with water, and there was another cup next to it.
I picked up the two pills and took a look. They looked like cold medicine. He was indeed sick.
An uncomfortable feeling emerged from my heart.
I saw another thing next to the two. It was a piece of red folded cardboard with some festive elements on it. It seemed to be a wedding invitation. I picked it up and took a look... The man was a
I don't know the person, but I know the woman's name, Hua Shiyao. This is the name of the person who was supposed to be his girlfriend carved on the broken ring.
She is already preparing to get married? But the person is not him?
I feel annoyed about this matter. Although my relationship with him is indeed not very deep, he is right. He is my brother, I am his sister, and we are brother and sister. Naturally, I will feel the same if someone bullies me like this.
Angry, as if he had been bullied.
I no longer have any good impressions of this person's name, and even made up a scenario in my mind that the other person abandoned him because of his poor financial situation.
I will avenge this revenge for him. Anyone who bullies our family will definitely make her pay the corresponding price.
I put down the invitation and woke him up. He looked a little frightened.
"Huh? Ah...what's wrong? Are you hungry? I'll make you something to eat." He was about to stand up.
"I just came to tell you to get the quilt."
"Oh. I almost forgot again." He smiled sheepishly: "It will be ready in a minute or two, just wait a moment."
Then he walked towards the bedroom, and I stood there with my arms folded and watched him busy. The current situation is not a good thing for either me or him. Sure enough, I still have to work hard.
Just look for a miracle, only then will the status quo change.
When he walked out of the bedroom with an old quilt in his arms, I returned to the bedroom again, ready to rest and continue to think of a way out tomorrow.