The little boy lovingly picked up his sleeping brother and patted him on the shoulder. The world is flying sand and rocks, lightning and thunder, and my younger brother still sleeps soundly and peacefully, as if he is in a different world with a fragrant fragrance.

The big pit on the left side of his brother's head was abrupt and conspicuous, and the little boy blamed himself and didn't dare to look at it directly. But he needs to let the ghost girl know that he doesn't need hatred to protect his beloved family.

A week ago, the afternoon was unusually muggy. The sleeping brother's forehead was covered with sweat, like an eggplant in the mist that had condensed in the morning. Sweat pooled like a stream, and soon drew a large map on the sheets under his brother's head. The little boy hurriedly wiped his sweat from his brother, and after a while, the sweat sprung up again. "My brother must be very hot!" the little boy worried. He dipped a towel in cold water and smeared his brother's forehead, face, and small hands. It really worked, and the sweat didn't run out. The little boy thought he had done a great thing, and fell asleep on the edge of the bed with joy.

The window gradually darkened, and the little boy's crying woke the little boy up. The younger brother's face was flushed, and his voice was a little hoarse. He stroked his brother's forehead, and it was hot. The little boy put a cold towel on his brother, picked him up and sat on his hand, and shook him gently. The younger brother was still crying, his hands fluttering in the air, shaking back and forth and struggling.

The little boy was anxious and did not know what to do. In a trance, the younger brother's body was lifted backwards, and the whole little boy fell backwards in his arms. "Boom!" the younger brother's head slammed into the ground. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" his cry cut through the silence of the evening.

The little boy hurriedly picked him up, and gently chanted to comfort his brother in frustration. He quickly looked around his brother's head, there was no blood, no swollen lumps, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The little boy was still frightened, and the younger brother was crying more and more in his arms. He realized that he was going to hold his brother on the back with one hand, and before he could lift his hand, he fell back from his arms again.

Another muffled sound. The little boy's heartbeat rushed out of his mouth. With a shudder, he picked up his brother and looked around. He wasn't as lucky as last time, and there was a small depression where his brother's head hit the ground. The little boy's soul drifted away, tears even forgot to fall from his eyes, and he collapsed on the ground. The younger brother lay on his lap, his face twisted, his mouth wide open, and he couldn't cry for a while.

The frightened little boy and his younger brother burst into tears like a duet, tears intertwined. I don't know how long it took, but it was my younger brother who stopped crying first. His body trembled slightly with sobs, and he stared at his brother in surprise.

The little boy came to his senses, grabbed his brother's little hand, and encouraged him: "Call brother!" "Call brother quickly!" "Clap your hand and show your brother!" "Make a Wishing you prosperity!" The younger brother babbled and did so.

Seeing that his younger brother was able to speak clearly and freely after breaking his head, he shouted again: "Fight insects and show my brother!"

The younger brother held out his two thumbs and awkwardly pressed them together head to head. The little boy sobbed and hummed the nursery rhyme his mother had taught him: "Fight insects, bite hands." Bugs, bugs fly!"

The younger brother's thumbs twisted and touched each other, then separated, back and forth several times. The two thumbs simulate two small bugs fighting and fighting, bite each other, quickly dodge, and then can't help but bite again. With the last sentence "The worm has flew!", the two bugs completely separated, and each flew above the sides of the head.

The younger brother let out a crisp "giggle" laugh, and tears filled his dimples. The little boy saw that he was skillful and turned from crying to laughter. After the younger brother cried for a while, the heat in his head was discharged with tears and sweat, and his hands were no longer hot to the touch, and the little boy's heart fell to the ground.

However, the younger brother's situation took a turn for the worse the next day. The little boy got up early to make rice cereal for his younger brother. Until noon, the younger brother did not get up and sit on the bed on his own as usual, babbling and calling for his brother to dress him.

The younger brother frowned, curled up tightly in a ball, and shivered. The little boy probed his brother's forehead, and he felt the hot iron. To make matters worse, the small depression in my brother's head turned out to be as big as a ping-pong ball overnight. He snorted and fell into a coma.

The little boy frequently changed the towel to cool his brother. He carefully used a spoon to put the rice cereal into his brother's mouth, and the rice cereal flowed out along the corners of his mouth. He had to moisten his brother's lips with water. He gently patted his brother on the shoulder and kept calling out his name: "Ah Ling! Ah Ling! Wake up!"

He came to his mother's side and shook her shoulders. Like her brother, her eyes were closed and she didn't move. After the birth of her younger brother, my mother fell into a coma. The little boy stroked her bloodless cheek, tears of self-reproach falling from it: "Mom, I'm sorry! I broke my brother!" He always believed that Mom was just sleeping for a long time, and would wake up in a pinch to protect them. However, she is like an ornament in the house, despite the raging floods and the hunger and cold of her brothers, she has never moved.

Soon night fell, and the outside of the house could not be reached, and the lights inside the house were dim and flickering. In the long wait of a miracle, the little boy lived like a year. The big depression of the ping-pong ball on my brother's head swallowed him like a black hole. It was his ignorance and carelessness that hurt his younger brother in a row and caused great disasters. The scene of his brother's fall is replayed over and over again like a movie montage, and he scolds himself beyond measure. He personally pushed his younger brother to the brink of death, and he is the murderer!

As a teenager, he is like a young lady under the rubble in a fire, and he has not yet learned how to face and bear life and death. They couldn't imagine that their younger brother, who was still alive in front of them a second ago, lost his fresh breath in the blink of an eye.

The little boy did not eat a drop of water and gradually fell into hallucinations. Possibilities floated through his mind. He stared into the night, and the night stared at him more affectionately. He was not afraid, and if his brother died because of this, death would not be anything to him.

Mom and brother are close at hand, but out of reach. This kind of torment and despair of the destruction of the family will not be half a point weaker than the young lady under the rubble. In this world, who cares about themselves and cares about themselves? The younger brother was obviously injured, but he forcibly put away his tears and squeezed out a smile to comfort himself. Now that he was alone in the dark, they were each other's only support, how could he easily give up hoping for a miracle? It wasn't anger and hatred that filled his mind, and he didn't blame his mother for standing by.

"You lie! You don't know what kind of pain this is!" the little girl angrily interrupted the little boy's cry: "You have not experienced death yourself, and you are just gloating about the death of others, and lying down and talking will not hurt your back!"

"No! it's not like that!" the little boy denied with tears in his eyes. The old man also confirmed that the little girl had made the little boy on the verge of death many times.

"Really?" the little girl smiled coldly. With a flick of her sleeve, a powerful crossbow flew out, tearing a white air stream through the air and striking at the little boy's brother. It turned out to be a highly venomous, fast-attacking black mamba.

The old man hurriedly swung the flaming sword in his hand and cut the snake crossbow in two from seven inches. But it did not change the speed and direction of the front section of the snake crossbow, and it continued to pounce on the target. The flames on the old man's sword were instantly extinguished.

The little boy fell in front of his brother. The black mamba snake crossbow is right in the arm of the little boy, piercing a bloody hole. Blood gushed out of the hole, and the blood mixed with the deadly poison of the Black Mamba was still bright red. The little boy's blood flowed into the little girl's black river of blood and tears, and the white smoke was stirred up like water mixed into concentrated sulfuric acid, which quickly caused a boiling and explosion.

The little girl smiled bitterly, she looked in the direction of the little boy's ear, and lowered her head thoughtfully.

Not far away, a woman's heart-rending wail was heard. She cried hysterically, "Ahri, Ahri, my daughter!" and searched anxiously through the scorched earth with her hands. The woman's fingers were bloodied and tattered, and she almost fainted. Someone else forcibly grabbed her, and she fell to her knees, her hands and feet, slapping the ground, and slamming into the depths of the rubble. She cried and mourned in despair: "Ah Li! Mom is sorry for you!"

The little girl was stunned, this woman who was almost insane was her mother who had abandoned her. How could it be that she was shouting her own name!

When the restraints of the others were relaxed, the woman threw herself into the ruins again. A huge piece of scorched wood stood in front of him, emitting smoke. She hugged the scorched wood and used her body and head to push against it. In an instant, the residual heat of the scorched wood scalded her flesh and blood. She fainted again.

Seeing this woman she hated suffering the same torture as herself, the little ghost girl thought that she would gloat. But she inserted her fingers into her hair, shaking her head violently and tearing it constantly. She had a splitting headache, her forehead was bruised, and her brain was beating wildly.

The old man saw her pulse and thought to himself, "She still has such a headache, is she still a human being?"

The little girl recalls the good times about her mother. On the night she was born, the moonlight flowed like a stream, and the yard was full of pear blossoms floating with the current. Her parents were so excited that they named her "Ritsuki". Her parents took good care of her and worried that she was too lonely, so they gave birth to her younger brother Liu Feng to accompany her. She was out of breath and weak since she was a child, and her parents gave her far more love and encouragement than her younger brother.

The parents were sad, and they were worried about the little girl's condition all the time. When they saw the little girl spoiling her younger brother and feeling sorry for the little girl, they couldn't help but scold and teach her.

The person who only has his younger brother in his eyes and loves him in every way is never his parents, but the little girl herself! Her mother bought her new clothes for the holidays, and without saying a word, she took scissors and cut them into her brother's new hat. If the neighbors were amusing her brother, she didn't hesitate to pick up a brick and throw it at them. She couldn't tolerate anyone being good or bad to her brother, only she could monopolize her brother, so much so that she completely forgot about herself.

Once love crosses the line and turns into plunder, the eyes will be blinded. Mom locked the door of the house just to keep her from going around attacking passers-by in the neighborhood. Paranoia and anger make her dust her parents' love as if nothing had ever happened.

"The pear blossom courtyard dissolves the moon, and the catkins pond has a faint breeze. Ritsuki... Willow Wind..."The little girl muttered the poem that her father had repeatedly taught her as a child, which was the origin of her and her brother's names. The little boy even saw that her eyes flickered with the clarity of human pupils for a moment.

The little girl pounded her head in pain, as if she was tearing and fighting against an unknown force entrenched in her body. Once again, an unquestionable rebuke sounded in her ears: "In any case, your brother is dead! Everyone present is a murderer, do you want to let them go?"

Black flames covered the sky. Even the sword in the old man's hand was lit up with black flames. This strong resentment and demonic aura made the old man stunned.

The little boy remembered the remaining magic popcorn in his arms. He remembers the old man telling him that the drowning child had come back to life after eating magic popcorn. He lifted the little girl's brother's head, only to find that a foreign object had already blocked the little girl's brother's mouth. The little boy stood upside down and slapped him the back, and a potato fell out of his mouth. It was a potato that the little girl had stuffed into her brother's mouth in a panic.

Then there was a violent cough and wheezing, and the little girl's brother gradually woke up. It turned out that he was blocked by the piece of potato and fainted. The little boy smeared some water on his lips, and the water slowly soaked into his throat, and he opened his eyes.

"Sister, sister!" the younger brother called out weakly to the little girl, waving his hands in her direction, and he wanted to hug his sister.

The little girl's body trembled with her brother's screams, and she was so stiff that she couldn't move. Her eyes alternate between light and dark, and the blood-red evil and the little girl's natural innocence go back and forth for territory.

She once thought that she had completely lost her brother, and she would never see him running freely on the grass and happily chasing butterflies. The moment she looked at her brother, those pure and flawless eyes that sparkled like black pearls made kindness freeze in her body. The little girl wins!

The little girl threw her head up to the sky and let out a heart-rending struggle. Anger and resentment flowed from her eyes with all the black blood and fled underground. The rancid smell in the air disappeared completely, and the scent of grass permeated the air.

The little girl looked at her brother with guilt in her eyes, "I'm sorry! I'm so selfish, I thought I loved you, but I actually loved myself." I shouldn't treat you as if you were in my possession. I made my mother lock the door. I'm too cowardly to save you..."

The old man comforted, "No, you are very brave, you are a good sister!"

"No, I was too cowardly to give her a chance. Thank you!Be careful of that woman!, she wants your ears—" The young lady feebly reminded the little boy.

The little boy and the old man looked at each other with a full of doubts, "She, that woman, who is she, who is that woman, who is that woman, who does she want my ears?" It turns out that the real mastermind behind this series of serial traps is "that woman".

The little girl's tears flowed into a clear stream. Her eyes flashed again with the love and compassion that only human beings have. She didn't seem to remember what had just happened, she was so tired that she weakly grabbed her brother's hand, snuggled up to him, and fell into a deep sleep.

With the help of the people, the woman finally broke away the ruins that had separated her from her children. Exhausted, she pounced on them, but thankfully they still had breath. She took them into her arms and wept with joy. However, no one seems to notice the old man and the little brother.

The little boy finally couldn't hold it anymore, his eyes turned black, and he fell to the ground. The old man hurriedly took the little boy in his arms. At the last moment when the little boy closed his eyes, he held his brother's hand tightly, and that small hand was the infinite motivation and hope for him to persist in living.

A thin rain of sun floated in the sky, and a rainbow hung in the sky. The young brother clasped his hands, and the little brother also clasped his hands. The little boy's face flowed, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears of happiness.