There is a problem.

It seems that there is a real problem.

According to Zhao Ziying, she and her brother have a very good relationship, in other words, if it wasn't for her brother's real accident, it was deliberately hiding.

As for Zhao Ziying's elder brother Zhao Ziqing, there is a problem with the Bajing, this is simply impossible.

Under the influence of my super search app belief in finding things, it can be clearly seen that her brother Zhao Ziqing lives in an urban village, and his body is very good, at least he has not suffered any injuries and the possibility of being imprisoned, in other words, his brother Zhao Ziqing is hiding from his sister Zhao Ziying.

So what exactly is this for?

Cheng Yiping frowned slightly in the high-speed rail waiting station, thinking, and felt strange when he looked at Zhao Ziying, who was full of anxiety in front of him.

Could it be that there are any grievances and disputes between Zhao Ziying and Zhao Ziqing?

But it seems.

Not at all.

At least for now, it seems that Zhao Ziying really cares about her brother.

So why is her brother hiding from his sister?

There's a problem.

Just when Cheng Yiping was thinking wildly, he raised his eyes, Zhang Xiaona on the side stood up, gently pulled his clothes, and looked at the clock hanging above the waiting workshop, showing that the time had come, and the news that the high-speed rail was about to arrive at the station was playing in the waiting workshop.

"Our high-speed rail flight has arrived, let's go..."

Cheng Yiping nodded and stood up, and said to Zhang Xiaona and Zhao Ziying, who had an anxious face.

The convenience of transportation in Tiantang and the establishment of high-speed rail have made the distance thousands of miles away now extremely short.

After about 40 minutes of shifts, I finally arrived in Zhoulin City.

"Mr. Cheng, where is my brother..."

Walking out of the bustling Zhoulin City high-speed rail station, Zhao Ziying, who looked anxious, hurriedly asked, she really didn't expect her brother to be in the same city as her.

But since they belong to the same city, why can't they be touched?

Could it be that my brother deliberately avoided himself?

A sense of foreboding flashed in Zhao Ziying's heart, and she felt puzzled.

"Don't worry, the super search app has never been missed, let's take a call, go find your brother now..."

Cheng Yiping said to Zhang Xiaona and Zhao Ziying, and then he waved on the side of the road, and a taxi drove over.

"Zhao Ziying, if your brother is in the same city as you but doesn't look for you, I'm afraid that other things may happen, if something really happens to your brother, what will you do..."

Sitting in the taxi, Cheng Yiping turned his head abruptly and asked Zhao Ziying.

"No matter what my brother becomes, I will not give up on him, even if it is to raise him for a lifetime, there is absolutely no problem, if there is no brother, in fact, I would have died when I was young, for me, my brother is my father, is my mother..."

Zhao Ziying said righteously, looking through the bustling streets, as if returning to the past.

"Brother Brother Brother ......"

"Brother Brother Brother ......"

"Brother Brother Brother ......"

In the dim and dilapidated room full of all kinds of alcohol, the little girl in shabby clothes kept muttering to herself on the bed, her face was swollen and red, and her face was covered with sweat, and she knew that she was seriously ill at a glance.

"Dad, Dad, my sister is already sick, my sister seems to have a fever, she has a fever, we have to go to the hospital, Dad hurry up and send my sister to the hospital, hurry up and send my sister to the hospital..."

The little boy anxiously pushed his unconscious father, who was lying on the sofa, with a worried look on his face.

"Dad, my sister has been sick since yesterday, she has a high fever, and now she has a bad fever, and her forehead hurts very much, Dad send my sister to the hospital, send my sister to the hospital, if it goes on like this, I'm afraid my sister will be fine."

The little boy kept shaking his father's shoulders on the sofa with both hands, and his face was full of worry and anxiety.

"Get out, I'm going to drink, I'm going to drink, get out, don't bother me, bring the wine, bring the wine"

The drunken father, who was lying on the sofa, seemed to be shaken by the little boy, felt unusually annoyed, and pushed the little boy to the ground in an instant when he turned over, opened his mouth, and spat out a mouthful of wine, even if he was dazed and still shouted.

"Bring me wine, bring me wine..."

"Give me wine, give me wine, and bring me wine quickly..."

The man lying on the sofa snorted with his hands, constantly shouting that he wanted to drink, and then turned around and continued to snort in front of the sofa, every snoring and exhaling breath with a strong smell of wine.

The boy stumbled up from the ground and touched his arm, where the skin had been worn out, the pain was piercing, it was quite painful for a small child, and the tears in his eyes were flowing.

The little boy looked at his father who was sleeping on the sofa, stretched out his hand and touched his eyes, wiped away his tears, turned around and stumbled into the kitchen, took out a basin bigger than his face, and then went to the sink, took out a stool and climbed up, put the basin in the sink, turned on the faucet, and the cold and biting water soaked the entire basin.

The little boy carefully stepped down from the stool with a basin full of water, and staggered towards his sister's room with the basin.

Due to the lack of physical strength, he fell to the ground with a thud, and fell to the ground with the little boy, the water splashed all around, and the little boy struggled to get up from the water, tears were brewing in his eyes, and he stumbled to pick up the basin, turned back to the kitchen, and brought out a bowl of water again.

This time he walked more carefully than the last time, came to his sister's room, took out a towel, carefully soaked the towel in cold water, covered his sister's forehead, and then turned around and went out to find a mop, mopping all the water stains on the ground.

After all this, the little boy returned to his sister's room again, and found that the towel on his sister's forehead was already cold at the moment, so he quickly picked it up and put it in the cold water again and changed it several times.

But to the little boy's horror, the already cold and biting water became hot at the moment, but his sister's heat still did not subside.

"No, you can't go on like this, you have to go to the hospital, you have to go to the hospital..."

The little boy panicked, stretched out his hand and lightly touched his sister's forehead, immediately retracted, stepped forward to help his sister up, and put his back on his body, stumbling towards the door, passing by the guest room, he could still hear his father's snoring and turning over.

The little boy opened the door with his sister on his back, and walked out of the door with difficulty step by step, and behind him, his father, who was sleeping heavily, snorted violently, turned his body and continued to sleep.

I don't care about what's going on at home...