It was the first night of the high school entrance examination, and it was pouring rain. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the second day, I tested English and Science.

After reviewing my English and science early, I left the room.

only to find that there was no one in the house, and the food on the table was hot.

But my parents and brother were all gone, and my first reaction was that my parents went out to find my brother again.

I went back to the balcony where my brother loved to hide, and found a sheet tied into a rope on the balcony.

Our house is on the third floor.

I saw a footprint on the outside of the air conditioner.

There was a small footprint on the air conditioner, which was originally mixed with water and dust, and the one who was not wearing shoes was obviously the footprints of his younger brother.

I watched the pouring rain outside the window. His heart trembled, he should have just been in the commissary.

My parents weren't home, so I sat on the couch and gasped for a moment.

The door opened, and I was expecting my parents to bring my brother home.

But only my parents came back.

I asked where my brother had gone.

Mom just cried vigorously.

Dad said he hadn't found it yet.

I called the police, but my dad said that he could not file a case if he disappeared for less than 24 hours.

While the family was sitting on the couch at a loss, the phone rang at home.

Dad answered the phone.

The younger brother found it.

There was a supermarket on the other side of the phone.

It turned out that the younger brother who had rolled down the window ran to a nearby supermarket.

Hide under the bulk candy container and steal them one by one.

It was the staff who saw him, and when they saw him, his pockets were already stuffed with candy wrappers and they were all wet.

The staff asked for a long time, but the younger brother refused to say anything.

In the end, I used sugar to trick the phone call from home.

Mom pulled Dad out the door and went straight to the supermarket.

I followed, too.

The rain was pouring down, and I stood at the door of the supermarket with an umbrella.

watched my mother hold her brother's hand and apologize to the supermarket staff one by one.

From that day on, I knew that my brother couldn't live without sugar.

The score of the high school entrance examination is offline, and my score is enough to choose a lot of high schools.

And the younger brother also began to go crazy day by day.

If you don't give your brother candy, he'll be noisy.

They may even start self-harming.

My mother was forced to take my brother to a nursing home.

It's actually a mental hospital, because my parents can't control my brother anymore.

During this time, the younger brother began to be treated with tranquilizers.

Another incident occurred during this period.

Next door to my brother's house lived a depressed patient who had a cold for a long time and didn't get better.

After he complained to the nurse because of his bitter mouth after switching to Chinese medicine, the nurse brought him a few pieces of candy.

He was then attacked by his younger brother and was severely injured although he stopped him in time.

No one could have imagined that a seven-year-old child would have such power.

The younger brother was kept in a separate hospital room and was not even advised to visit his family again.

In order to avoid my younger brother in high school, I went to a neighboring city to attend high school.

The days passed quickly, and I had a lot of fun with my classmates and friends.

The only time they are unhappy is when they ask or discuss their older siblings.

Of course, they would ask me about me, and I would just shake my head and say that I had no siblings.

As for the summer and winter vacations, I don't even want to go home.

I would say that I went to work or do an internship, and my parents couldn't do anything about it.

But they would often call me and tell me about my brother's condition.

Of course, a lot of things happened to my brother.

For example, even in the hospital, my brother can still get a lot of sugar.

As for how he got it, no one knows.

I only know that when I open my brother's pillow regularly, I can always find a pile of candy wrappers.

Parents can't do anything about their younger brother, and the doctor also said that the disease can only be gradual.

And the most they call and talk to me is that my brother misses me.

The three years of high school passed quickly, and I was afraid to return to my home even for the New Year.

During this period, I only went back once in my third year of high school, and my family was finally reunited.

My father, who had drunk too much, said that he would go to see his brother together as a family tomorrow.

I refused, and of course I made enough excuses.

In the four years of college, I never went back to my home.

And I'm making fewer and fewer calls.

One day in my junior year, I received a call from my mother.

My mother was happy to say that my brother's illness was about to heal and his mood was very stable.

Mom and Dad discussed that they planned to bring their younger brother home for treatment.

I just agreed on the phone, but I didn't really know how to deal with it.

I was becoming more and more distant from my family.

On the eve of graduating from college, my parents called my brother and said that he was getting healthier. He also said that my brother wanted to see me very much recently, and asked me to go home as soon as possible.

After graduating from college, I had no choice but to go home.

In June, the weather is exceptionally hot.

Crickets and Chichi clamorously told me that it was already summer.

When I arrived at the door of the house from afar, I smelled a strange question.

I took out the keys I brought with me when I was in high school, and I didn't know if I would be able to open the door.

Insert gently, one turn.

Successfully opened the door.

The strange flavor is even stronger.

Confused, I walked in.

Everything was in place, about the same as when I left.

Nothing has changed.

"Mom, Dad. I shouted.

But there was no response.

There was no one in the kitchen, bedroom, or study.

I guess it's out.

I came to my door, and my hand was just on it.

But he heard footsteps.

I turned my head.

I found a sturdy man standing in front of me, a head taller than me.

The man has long hair and a shawl, and a tiger's back is bear's waist.

But it seemed that he hadn't been groomed for a long time, and the man put his hands behind his back and said, "Brother." ”

"Are you?" I opened my door, feeling that something was wrong.

"My brother eats candy. The younger brother stretched out his left hand, and in his hand was a huge piece of sugar.

"Are you a brother?" I said in fear, taking a step back into the room.

I found the source of the stench, which was my highly decaying parents.

"My brother eats candy. My brother said again and walked into my room.

At this time, I looked at my younger brother, who was holding his mother's kitchen knife in his right hand behind his back.

"My brother eats candy. The younger brother said a third time, and the candy in his left hand was handed over again.

I took out my wallet from my pocket and said to my brother, "Brother gives you money, can you go buy better candy?" ”

My brother slapped my purse away with his hand holding the candy, and then reached for the huge candy.

I subconsciously took the sugar.

"Brother, eat it, delicious sugar. My brother looked at me with a smile, I had never seen him so happy.

I opened the candy wrapper, and it was covered with an eye that I didn't know if it was my father or my mother.