"Brother, I have a nosebleed." The boy touched his nose.

The boy's brother was pouring water for the boy, and when he heard the boy say this, he subconsciously looked back, and then was startled by the blood on the boy's body.

He hurriedly grabbed some toilet paper from the bathroom and brought it to the boy to wipe.

This is the second time the boy has had a nosebleed in a week. He should be flustered. Because this undoubtedly confirmed his judgment that he had leukemia.

But he didn't panic. That ridiculous thought kept spinning and turning in his mind, not spinning in place like a merry-go-round, but getting bigger and fuller.

The ten dollars were still in his shirt pocket. A nosebleed came down and stained ten dollars red. The little boy became a little nervous, and when his brother turned around to get the toilet paper again, he took out the ten yuan and stuffed it into his school bag.

"Brother, am I sick?" The boy asked.

My brother was stunned. He looked at the boy with some confusion. He never thought about the question of whether he was sick or not, as if being sick was far away from his life. Even though there was a child next door who was terminally ill and died not long ago, he still selectively blocked this message.

For the children in this poor town, illness is far away. A headache and brain fever are not called sick, but only an incurable disease is called sick. They have all been educated by their parents that they will not get sick, and such a small probability will not fall on them so coincidentally.

What they don't tell their children is that even if you find out, it's useless. There is no money to cure at all, and if you know that you will not be cured, it will be too ruthless.

So I can only tacitly agree and pretend not to find out.

The elder brother shook his head: "Impossible brother." How can you get sick so easily? ”

The boy smiled. Bright red blood was still running under his nose, giving the smile an eerie beauty.

My brother wiped it with toilet paper again. He didn't dare to push too hard, so he could only suck the blood from under his brother's nose little by little, and then took out a frozen bowl from the freezer compartment of the refrigerator, wrapped it in a dry towel, and put it on the boy. Then he went back to the toilet to get a wet towel and came over to wipe the boy's half-dried blood.

He took good care of it. The boy was very envious of his brother's hands. Able to fight, able to fold paper, and able to wipe his nose. Although my brother has a bad brain, these hands can do many things that he can't do. If it were him, he would probably tear half a piece of toilet paper and stuff it into his nose and plug his nostrils.

With the effect of the ice, the boy's blood stopped much faster than the last time.

"Brother, what if I get sick?" The boy felt that he would not ask his father. He was smart enough to know that if he asked his father about this kind of thing, he would only get two answers.

Either say, impossible, and then ignore it.

Either that, or take it to Dr. Zhang for another visit.

The result is all the same.

Therefore, he can only ask this brother who is closest to him. They were conceived from the same belly at the same time, and even their appearance was exactly the same. Even sometimes, my brother will have the feeling that I have.

The elder brother's hand wiping the boy's neck paused. The boy felt that he was looking at his neck.

"Brother, if only the two of us were alone. You see, your body is so strong, my brain can be used to read. We're all going to have an easy time. The boy spoke himself

ideas.

A hearty smile appeared on my brother's face. He thought it was a joke and a good idea. At least in this way, I don't need to do my homework so hard, and I was criticized by the teacher for not studying well and not being productive in the future.

The boy felt that his brother understood what he meant. Look, he's smiling at his neck.

So, the boy laughed too.

The boy's symptoms were getting worse. However, he has been frail and sickly since he was a child, and these small problems of headache and brain fever are not enough to attract attention. The boy's father took the boy to the town's health center to find someone to take a look, and he thought it was a viral flu, but he didn't see anything famous.

The boy knew in his heart what was going on.

After school that day, he didn't come home on time, but stopped when he passed by a small restaurant.

It's a small restaurant at a crossroads in town, and because it's located at the intersection of two streets, business is better than the other. The owner of this restaurant is a man of the road and has some fame in the area. But this did not affect the owner to open a store, and business was still booming.

Normally, there are only adult men who want to drink two cups after work, and there are very few women. When such a small child appears here, it looks a little conspicuous.

"What are you doing standing here? Beware of me being crutched! "The boss came out and teased the boy.

"I want to change my head." The boy said.

The boss wanted to walk up to the boy and stretch out his hand to scratch it twice, scaring and scaring the boy, but he was frightened by the boy halfway through the action.

"Don't talk nonsense!" The boss grimaced to hide the surprise in his heart. The legend of changing the head has been circulating in the town for not a day or two, but those who want to change their head are born with disabilities or terminal diseases, and they have not seen such a tender baby as they come to find it themselves.

"I'm going to change my head!" The boy continued firmly.

One of the boss's hands subconsciously reached out and covered the boy's mouth.

"Where's your family?" The boss asked.

"Swap heads." The boy ignored his boss's questioning. This annoyed the boss a little and surprised at the same time. He had never seen such a resolute child, let alone a child who was not afraid of him at all, and spoke to him so seriously.

"I said, it's very dangerous for you to do this, you know? Change your head! If you cut it down, you won't be able to put it up! Even if you put it on, you probably won't survive. Even if you're lucky enough to really survive......" The boss leaned down and lowered his voice and said to the boy, "Maybe it's not you!" Change your head, people say it's science, but I see, it can live, it's all evil! ”

Although the boss is on the road, he still has some conscience and wants to persuade the child to get lost. But the boy was a smart child. He knows exactly what he wants, and he won't be easily distracted by others. He shook his head and said to the boss with a blank face: "If you don't change your head, you will die." ”

The boss didn't live now. He pointed to the inside of the restaurant and said, "There's a bald man sitting there drinking alone." Go to him. When you look back, your parents asked, don't say that they found someone from me to ask. ”

The boy nodded, thanking him.

This kind of surgery is said to be a scientific experiment, but it bears human life. Therefore, when operating, it is inevitable that it is not so particular. For example, are all physical contributors brain-dead? On the surface, it may be, but in reality? The boy didn't dwell on the issue for long. He only remembers himself

I've reached an agreement with my healthy brother and wants to become a person. A person with a healthy body and a smart brain.

So, when he expressed this will, the introducer was surprised, but he was not too surprised. He's been in this business for a while, and he's seen too many people trying to hold on to the last glimmer of hope, trying their best to pull those who have other options into the water, coercing and enticing him to volunteer to be the new master of his head. This is not even inferior to the power of some kind of xie religion.

He made an agreement with the boy that, at some point, he would take the boy's brother to surgery. Because he is in a special situation, he brings a suitable body provider to the door, so he can directly bring it to the surgery. Of course, this arrangement is also due to the fear that the body provider will regret it and suddenly decide not to do it, resulting in unnecessary waste in surgical preparation. From his point of view, it doesn't matter at all whether it's voluntary or not.

The boy insisted that it was voluntary. But he was a smart boy, and he didn't tell the story about it, but arranged a surprise for his brother. He took the ten yuan out and invited his brother to the newly opened bubble tea shop. It was a belated leisure time for him and his brother. Although the older brother prefers to eat a popsicle and go to the playground to play football, and is a little uninterested in drinking milk tea and reading a book, in the boy's opinion, this is only temporary. Soon, he'll love them as much as he does.

After all, they are meant to be the same person.

So that day, when he saw his brother's shaky appearance after drinking the milk tea he had put in the medicine, the boy smiled and walked over to support his brother, and comforted him before his brother closed his eyes and said: It's okay, it's okay, sleep, and we will become one person.

At this point in the story, the music and the sound of storytelling come to an abrupt end.

"Are you done? No way? Did they change their heads? Jingli was not very satisfied with this unfinished story.

Watson was also surprised by the result. But he was a little glad: "It's a ghost story, but there are no ghosts." ”

Qing Soul didn't speak, and raised his head in the dark to look at Wei Tianchi who was lying on the bed. Wei Tianchi's tablet screen had long since been turned off, and now it was dark in the dormitory.

"Tianchi, are you asleep?" Green Soul asked.

Wei Tianchi didn't answer, looking like he was asleep. The other three were not embarrassed to shout him up and continue to tell the story.

"What do you mean, what is this story trying to say?" Watson is a studious child who is accustomed to asking "why", and he is used to summing up the essence of a story that he needs to distill after listening to the story, so as to prove that he has learned something in the story and has not wasted time.

This is obviously a good student habit. But he asked the wrong person.

Jing Li: "This story is to say that you can't eat things that don't need money, otherwise someone will arrest you and change your head." Not even if it's a brother. ”

Watson: "......"

Qing Soul: "Don't talk nonsense, why can't you eat what your brother gave?" I think this story is trying to tell us that our bodies may not be our own, and we may not know when they have been dropped. ”

Watson: "......"

Jingli: "Why didn't I think of it?" ”

After seeing the different brains of Jingli and Qingsoul, Watson gave up the idea of summarizing and inducting and continued to write the story instead.

"This story is obviously not finished, tell me, what is the ending in the future?"