I have been watching her, afraid that she will get hurt.
In the past few days, I found her crying face, what happened? I heard that her brother had an accident and was admitted to the hospital. No wonder she looked so sad, I remember she always told me before, how her brother loved her and treated her well. I would lie in her arms every time and listen to her quietly, but she always thought I was asleep.
It looks like her brother is going to college this year. Now that school has just started, there has been such a big change, presumably her family must be very difficult.
I heard that her brother is always so good, whether it is studying or sports. Her mother always prefers her brother, chicken legs are always his brother’s, toys are always his brother’s, but she does not cry, because her brother loves her very much and she is very satisfied.
But my elder brother hates his mother because he thinks his mother has too much control. He remembers that the first girlfriend he made was the one who was scolded by his mother for the scorer.
Her brother went out on a motorcycle on a rainy night. It is said that because he quarreled with his mother, he went out to relax, but she never thought about it. My brother never returned home. It was a sharp turn, and the oncoming car couldn’t dodge in time and ran into her brother. The blood ran into a river on the spot, and the sky-shattering sirens and first aid sound rang through the sky.
After a few days in the intensive care unit, her brother died of serious injuries. Despite being declared dead, his mother madly dragged the doctor, yelling for the doctor to save her son.
“My little Kai is the best!”
“My little Kai has just won the first place in the provincial comprehensive management team!”< br>
“Xiaokai, he is a genius, if he has any shortcomings, you are a sinner through the ages!”
The whole hospital is full of mother’s treatment of doctors cry. However, he is still dead.
She is a good boy. She tried her best to hold her mad mother, while apologizing to the doctor over and over again, but her mother was so persistent.
A few days later, her brother was still in a funeral.
In the court, because the other party was identified as suffering from a mental illness, the court did not convict the perpetrator of the crime. Her mother couldn’t bear it and rushed to the court to cry. Pulled by many people. She went crazy trying to avenge her son.
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She went to a newspaper and determined to create pressure on the courts of public opinion. Unfortunately, no newspaper was willing to take this job, because the investigation of the case had long ago results.
My mother talked about her son day and night, she called her mother down to eatFan, she came down, looking at the three bowls of rice on the dinner table, she threw the chopsticks at her daughter, and shouted, “How about Xiaokai’s portion? Why didn’t you prepare his?”
“Mom, my brother has passed away.” She said aggrievedly.
“Nonsense” Mom flipped the meal to the ground, “He must be back late today, I’m going to find him!”
No matter how she stopped, my mother ran out of the house.
Since her brother died, her father has only been drunk. He got drunk and went home every night. She found that she could no longer stand this family, but she couldn’t do anything. , Watching her parents fall down day by day.
That day, she was washing the dishes at home, and her mother took a large pile of cash from the room and walked to the door. She hurriedly shouted to her mother: “Mom, what are you doing with so much money?”
Her mother said happily, “There is a newspaper that is willing to help Xiaokai with an explanation. Money is fine, they will help us write about Xiaokai.”
“Mom, brother is dead, don’t do that!”
“Shut up!” Mom said excitedly, “I want the world to know how good Xiaokai is!”
She was washing the dishes and crying, she turned to look Looking at my father who was drunk and asleep on the sofa, sad tears flowed down drop by drop.
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I watched her cry, and my heart hurts. I remember that when she cried, she always picked me up and said a lot to me. Even though I could not comfort her at that time, I would rub her hand with my head to show comfort.
I remember the last time she cried. It was the day I died. I was lying on the wheel to sleep. The driver obviously didn’t notice me. When he heard him start the car, I It was too late to escape. She cried for a long time that day, and her brother comforted her for a long time. In fact, I was quite happy in my heart, thinking that I was so important in her heart, I couldn’t bear to leave her.
Now I am just a soul, I can’t intervene in human affairs, otherwise I will be wiped out and cannot be reborn. However, I am willing to do anything for her.
From the moment I arrived at her house, I knew that her mother liked her brother very much, so I was not very friendly to her mother. I was thinking, if her mother disappeared, she would live better, maybe her father would stop drinking and her family would be back to the original state.
Today, her mother beat her because she didn’t prepare the dinner for her brother. Her mother is really crazy, I think, this old woman still does not exist.
The next day, Her mother didn’t wake up, I did it. But I don’t understand why she still cried so sad, her mother is obviously a demon, it would be better to disappear.
But I was wrong.
There was a drunk man in front of him cursing, he drew his belt and threw him on her body, his voice hurt. She didn’t say a word, curled up in the corner, letting the drunk man insult her. Her father has become worse than before. Getting drunk is already commonplace, and beating and scolding her is even more common.
But the man was really too much. He beat and cursed: “It’s so nice that you were not your brother, and our home will not become what it is now.”
That night, I sent that man to hell, I think this is the best ending, she will never be hurt anymore, I think I can leave with peace of mind .
She looked very happy today. She went to the supermarket to buy a lot of vegetables by herself, and she seemed to be making a big meal. I thought, is she going to celebrate for herself? She made the meal and set the table in the same way. I was very happy. At the last moment of my departure, I could see her smile.
It’s just that I watched her put out four bowls and chopsticks, and muttered to myself at the dining table: “Brother, Mom, Dad, let’s have dinner.” I was stunned. Lived, but my soul has disappeared in the air.
There is a kind of love in the world, it does not bring happiness, but brings pain, that is called preference.