October 7, 2008, that day is the traditional Chung Yeung Festival in China, but also the Respect for the Aged Day, this festival often each family will prepare some cakes and the like, Chung Yeung Festival or ascending festival, thinking of relatives Festival, in short, with the continuous improvement of people's material and cultural life, more and more attention is paid to traditional festivals.

That afternoon, two men made an appointment to have dinner together, and when one of them took the initiative to call the other person, he obviously felt that it was not a good feeling, but he did not have the slightest solution to the current situation between the two.

The relationship between the two of them is quite strange, they are iron buddies, but there are always complaints between each other; said it's not an iron buddy, it's been decades, except for a period of time when I was young and I didn't see each other for a few years, I had to see each other every three days or two days.

It's just that there are some memories piled up in their middle that are never surmountable, and as time goes on, these memories become more and more like chasms, making their friendship evolve into a habitual mutual dependence.

The grievances between them are not something that can be explained in a sentence or two, and in the past few decades, like a frozen three-foot cold that is not a day's cold, long-term habits and connivance have formed the current result.

At this moment, at one of the people's house, the good wine and food were released, and the two of them sat and drank opposite each other, and the atmosphere was not bad at the beginning, and those old things were deliberately not mentioned.

After the host's family drank some wine, he still couldn't hold back, and asked his former brother who was a guest.

The words were very simple, but they just asked four words: "How are they?" ”

However, under the influence of alcohol, the other person did not answer in a good voice, but said in a tone that seemed to be contemptuous and as if very proud: "Under the care of Lao Tzu, can they have anything bad?" ”

This sentence seemed to be a stream of venom that flowed into the heart of the master's family, and his face suddenly became ugly, and his tongue seemed to be knotted, and he couldn't say a word.

People say that there are fewer than a thousand cups of wine for a confidant, and there is no speculation in more than half a sentence. At this time, to the two people who were sitting, it seemed that this was the case, the wine was drinking cup by cup, but the words were like beef that was brought to the wine but not yet cooked, chewing and chewing in their respective stomachs, and no one took the initiative to open their mouths after forcibly swallowing it.

In a short time, the wine was almost drunk, and the visitor wiped his mouth and prepared to leave, but when he reached the door, he stopped and turned back to say something to his master.

I saw that the host's family was once again angry with what he said, but he seemed to have been patient, and although he looked very angry, he still whispered something to the guests.

Perhaps because they had both drunk, the two of them began to argue with each other, and the master, who had been patient, began to be uncalm and spoke much louder.

The argument between them soon developed into pulling each other, and the guest drank a little too much, and when they began to pull, he seemed to take advantage of nothing, and took a knife out of his pocket, opened it, and swore in front of his master.

A Shar Pei dog, who had been locked outside, jumped in when two people were pulling at the door, so that the door was open, and he was going to steal some of the bones and meat crumbs that had just fallen under the table, but before he could eat anything delicious, he found that someone was trying to disadvantage his master.

The faithful Shar Pei bit the arm of the man who was holding the knife and tried to stab his master, and even though he was punched and kicked by the man, he still clung to it and refused to let go.

Seeing that this former good brother has become more and more deceitful in the past few decades, and now he openly takes out a knife and threatens to let himself bleed, the host can no longer calm down, he impulsively pounced, ready to teach the guest a lesson, wanting him to know that rabbits will bite people when they are in a hurry.

But he forgot that his brother had practiced when he was young, so he hadn't touched his brother yet, but he was pushed down on the sofa in the living room.

The brother broke away from the sand-skin and clenched his teeth, and pressed viciously in the direction of his master's house, knowing that in their decades of interaction, he had never had the upper hand, and had never suffered such a loss, so he once again showed the cruelty that had frightened his friend so much.

Throughout the past few decades, since wearing open crotch pants, the situation between the two of them has been like this, and the one who invited him to dinner today is a few months older than him, because of a special coincidence, before he was enlightened, they grew up together as brothers and brothers.

The elder brother's temperament is much more gentle than him, and he has been instilled by adults since he was a child to let his younger brother think, so he has always tolerated this friend who is called a brother by himself, no matter what he does right or wrong.

This habit has never been an exception between the two of them from kindergarten to college graduation to work and marry a daughter-in-law, so it has also caused the brother to overpower his brother in everything he does, and even bullies his brother, so he almost doesn't and pee.

At this time, he once again showed the face of his brother who had always bullied him, and shouted and waved his fists to prepare to show his brother some color again as before, so that he could know who was the one who competed for the top in everything among the two brothers.

But this time he miscalculated, and saw that his hand was about to hit his brother who was pushed down on the sofa in the face, but the brother took out an axe from under the sofa and smashed it down on his head, right on his temple.

A wail was accompanied by a burst of dizziness, and the fierce man who had been flaunting his might a few seconds ago could not bear this heavy blow with hatred and revenge, and fell to the ground in front of the sofa with a thud.

This time, the angry person became the perpetrator, and the long-term forbearance and grievances turned into anger and anger at this time, and the axe in his hand couldn't stop the car, and smashed into his brother's head one by one.

Blood splattered from the wound on his brother's head, with a white flower*, blurring his brother's vision, which was now completely red-eyed, and he smashed desperately, as if it was not a person who had been struck under the axe, but a sandbag.

Maybe he has been waiting for this day for too long, he has been bullied by this so-called brother for decades, taking advantage of big and small, and he endured it again and again.

But this villain, who should have been killed by heaven a long time ago, never felt that his forbearance was unwilling to damage the sincere feelings between brothers, but instead made inches again and again, and even did such things.

As soon as he thought of that incident, his fire did not hit one place, for a man, it was really a great shame, and I believe that any bloody man, in the face of that kind of hurt and humiliation, no one can bear it.

But there was no way, he was reluctant to let them suffer, he loved them, he would rather suffer himself than see them shed a tear.

And at this time, this so-called brother who was being beaten by himself, although he kept calling himself an elder brother and a big brother, he never really regarded himself as a brother, and even did that kind of thing that made him unforgivable.

While recalling in his mind the events that had once made him unbearable, he mechanically lifted and smashed the axe in his hand again, without thinking at all why the person he had knocked down was now motionless and allowed to be beaten by himself.

The blood spilled out, and soon a sea formed in the living room of his house, and the owner of the blood had gradually lost consciousness, and could no longer make even the slightest sound.

Maybe he was tired, or maybe he woke up from the initial thrill of revenge, and realized the seriousness of the situation, the axe in the master's hand suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then he came back to his senses, and his eyes finally fell on the ground in front of him.

He watched dumbfounded, with his own eyes that had been blurred by his brother's flesh and blood, at the brother who had just been slammed by his blunt axe in desperation, and who was now lying on the ground without a sound.

The blood flowed from his brother's head and spread all over the ground, and his hands, body, and even his head and face were splashed with dense blood stains.

The master was frightened by his own actions, and even more frightened by the fact that he had beaten his brother to death, and the man who had never dared to trample on an ant had now killed someone, and had killed a living person, and had beaten his brother to death in a fit of rage.

As soon as his hand went limp, the axe fell to the ground with a loud tom that startled the Shar Pei beside him, and startled himself.

I killed someone...... What to do...... I killed my brother...... What to do? What to do??

Seeing his brother's corpse gradually cold in front of him, and listening to Shar Pei screaming beside him, the master's heart was in turmoil, and the complex feelings of regret and fear surrounded him, making him feel that his body was so uncomfortable with cold and heat.

Sitting on the couch in a daze, staring at the corpse that was still alive dozens of minutes ago, countless thoughts flashed through my mind, but none of them were useful.

The tyranny under the influence of alcohol just now has long disappeared, and with the death of his brother, the alcohol has long been scared awake, at this moment, the only thing he can react in his mind is what to do now?

He didn't care if there was a smell of blood on his hands, so he shivered and lit a cigarette, and after a few puffs, he seemed to calm down a little.

After the cigarette was finished, the person calmed down, and he suddenly thought that if he turned himself in, he would definitely die a reprieve, so who would take care of them, as well as the old people in the family, their own family, and their brothers' families, if they knew that the sons of the two families turned against each other, what a blow it would be to them.

But if you don't turn yourself in, what will happen to this corpse? Don't......