Hearing this, Lu Beishen's expression was cold: "Shut up!" ”

Lu Ziyun lowered his eyes, and his long curly eyelashes covered all the looks under his eyes, including his longing for his mother.

didn't see Zhan Jiu, he tried not to think about it, but when he saw her today, he thought of his mother's face.

I thought of my mother's gentle hand on his cheek, the temperature that gradually became cold, and the reluctance to them in her eyes, and the attachment to the world.

Lu Beishen thought of his mother's death, and he was also uncomfortable, and said coldly: "Don't say this kind of thing in the future, especially in front of your father." ”

Lu Ziyun swallowed his throat, half a sound, and nodded: "Hmm." ”

Lu Beishen looked at his younger brother's side face, he always took a lot of things to heart, obviously he was a cheerful flower age, but he was so gloomy that he lost his original youthful appearance.

At the beginning, when his mother left, he was only nine years old, and he couldn't let go of it, and it was inevitable.

After all, the year before, he had just experienced a traffic accident in which Su Hua's father died and his mother went missing, and his natural temperament was no more cheerful than other teenagers.

Lu Beishen stretched out his hand and patted him lightly on the shoulder: "Brother, although my mother is gone, you still have us." ”

Lu Ziyun nodded: "Yes." ”

……

At night.

Zhan Jiu took out the pillow that Master had made for her, and looking at the embroidery on it, she could almost think of how hard Master worked with each stitch and thread.

Because this is not ordinary embroidery, but the scriptures in the Buddhist scriptures, these threads are placed in the Buddha hall and baptized by daily chanting, and it took the master three full years to make them.

After it is made, it is also smoked with sandalwood, and there is a sachet inside, which tastes very fragrant but not pungent.

Master told her that this pillow was her peace charm, and that she had to sleep on her pillow every night, which was the most important thing for her.

Therefore, she cherished it so much that she touched the scriptures on it every night when she went to bed.

When you lie down, you fall asleep with your pillow in your arms.

Maybe it was because she slept in a different place, she didn't sleep well, and she had a very real dream in a hazy way.

She dreamed of her brother Lu Ziyun, who looked to be twenty-four years old, with the background of the Lu family, and should have been rich and prosperous all his life, but he was locked in a cell and punched and kicked by other prisoners.

Broken a leg, a hand, a waste, lonely.

The gloom in his eyes disappeared, and only numbness remained, and he lost hope of living, and ended his life with a knife.

Brother and sister connected hearts, Zhan Jiu's heart hurt very much, and he woke up suddenly, and he was so scared that he was covered in sweat.

Zhan Jiu muttered: "Brother Ziyun......"

She hugged the pillow tightly, recalling her brother's decadent appearance in her dream, and her heart was very uneasy.

Because she knew that it was not a dream, because when she was three years old, she dreamed that Uncle Fifth fell into the river and died, and when she woke up, she hugged Uncle Fifth and cried, telling him not to go to the river.

But half a year later, the fifth uncle sleepwalked at night and fell into the river and drowned.

Dad said that Lu Ziyun was her own brother and her relative, and she was afraid that what would happen to him in her dreams.

She didn't understand, how could her brother go to prison in the future?

She couldn't rest assured, got off the bed, tried to move her little feet, and walked lightly, but when she moved from side to side, it hurt so much that she was sweating.

Cautiously walked to the door, stood on tiptoe, and opened the door to the room.

The long corridor was very quiet, and she instinctively wanted to go to Lu Ziyun.

Suddenly, when she saw Lu Ziyun walking out in a baseball uniform, she didn't think about it and followed.