It's dark and not in the middle of winter, and I don't know what he's going to make trouble, it's just annoying anyway.

Shake him off and turn to run back, but he blocks his way.

"What are you doing? Feel free to still be at the door! If anything happens to her, I'll kill you with my own hands. ”

Perhaps frightened, he hurriedly ran back and opened the door, but said to me, "She's gone, I'm ......"

As soon as I heard this, I panicked, if she really had a good one, even if my brother didn't strangle me, I didn't know how to face them.

I rushed back in a hurry, rushed out of the house, and shouted whatever name I wanted, but it was useless.

Fear surged up and bombarded me.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and it was a random message to me, she said she was home, and asked me not to worry about her.

His heart finally fell to the ground, he took a big breath, glared at Shen Yu'an angrily, and wanted to slash him with his eyes.

"Get out! I don't want to see you. "Turn around and run home.

If he hadn't made such a sudden move, I wouldn't have to be afraid, my heart was about to jump out just now, and my body almost couldn't bear the violent heartbeat and was paralyzed.

Lying weakly on the couch, his eyes closed, tears sliding down his face.

At such an age, he still hasn't changed at all, he loves to play as much as before, watching me jump on my feet, and taking my negativity as happiness.

Ever since I met him when I was six years old, the pranks have never stopped on me, and they are all from him.

When I first met him, I was very depressed because my brother had gone abroad, but my grandparents wouldn't let me go with him.

I'm like a bird with folded wings, trapped in the nasty iron cage of the Huo family, alone, no one cares if I'm happy, and no one cares what I want.

My grandparents actually spoiled me very much, and they never treated me badly in terms of material, and there were all kinds of plush toys that filled the bedroom, as well as all kinds of clothes and skirts, and all kinds of musical instruments...... Anyway, they gave me everything I could possibly like, except for what I wanted.

On my birthday, the entire upper class of Maocheng came. But they didn't come to celebrate my birthday, but to talk to the Huo family and talk about business.

Standing in that crowd of scantily dressed people, I was scared. They were all laughing and complimenting me, but I knew that it was just like a poor actor who never took it to heart.

The sound of soothing music enveloped the banquet hall, and I stood in the far corner, watching the birthday party with cold eyes.

It doesn't belong to me, it's to them, the ones who are busy talking and showing off.

And a sneaky, beggar-dressed boy suddenly broke into my sight, breaking my prejudices.

I stared at him curiously, and saw him pick up the food on the table, gobbling it up, and a pair of round eyes scanned around vigilantly.

"Poof" laughed, raised his hand to cover his mouth and chuckled, slowly approaching him.

After filling his stomach, he took out a plastic bag and carefully packed a roast chicken and other things into it.

He didn't notice that I was standing behind him and watching him, and I didn't say anything or go up to interrupt him.

With the loot in hand, he deftly exited the banquet hall with a chicken leg in his mouth, and slipped out of the dog hole in the backyard.

I followed him all the way, and I wondered why he had come to the banquet to steal something.

But I lost him around a corner, and as I looked around suspiciously, trying to find the direction in which he was going, my neck suddenly went cold, and a bright fruit knife was placed on my neck.

"Don't move! Why follow me? ”

"I, I'm just curious, why are you stealing? You, you ......" I tentatively turned my head to look at him, but he pressed against the wall.

He was two heads taller than me, and I was in the position of his chest, just like my brother.

Because he felt that he was as tall as his brother, he subconsciously shouted: "Brother, brother, me, can you put the knife down?" I'm scared. ”

He put the fruit knife away, and then, like a robber, ripped off the diamond necklace and bracelet around my neck, and then pretended to be fierce and glared at me.

"Take your shoes off! And the hairpin on the head. ”

I blinked and looked at him.

Why is he so fierce when he is like his brother? Not as gentle as my brother.

Stared at him in a daze, not moving.

He took out the fruit knife again and made two strokes in front of me, only to accidentally cut the back of his hand.

"Poof!" I couldn't hold back my laughter for a moment, but the knife landed at my throat.

"What are you laughing at, take it off quickly!"

Those frowning eyebrows and eyes like burlap were like cinnabar hitting my heart, pulling me to make stupid mistakes.

I obediently took off my shoes and took off the hairpin, and he told me to turn around and close my eyes, and when I opened my eyes again, there was no sign of him.

At that time, I happened to be watching martial arts, and I learned a sentence to describe those dashing heroes, and Shenlong saw the head and the tail, so I used it on him.

It has nothing to do with anything else, just because it was the first time I saw someone like him, just because he was special in my eyes, he got into my little heart like that, and until today, he has not completely walked out.

From that day on, I always thought of him, and I thought of a character in the book as him, portraying him as romantic and dashing.

But later, he really lived up to my expectations, he was really suave and chic and comfortable.

The next time I saw him was two or three months after his birthday.

That day I asked my uncle, the housekeeper who had come to pick me up from school, why my grandparents had sent my brother away. He just said perfunctorily, "That's for the good of the little master" and asked me not to ask.

I asked him again why there was no one to pick up my brother when he was going to and from school. He still gave me the same sentence, without changing a word.

Completely annoyed me, smashed the car door, and ran away crying.

The housekeeper didn't find me because I hid in the men's bathroom.

When I was trembling and ready to go out, I met him.

He was wearing a school uniform, but he was dirty, he still smelled of urine, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he looked like he was being bullied by others.

Even if he is already like this, he will come up and bully me.

Grabbed me out and dragged me down a dilapidated street.

I was a little scared, although I didn't have any concept of those corpse throws in the wilderness and the like, I was inexplicably afraid.

Silently weeping, trying to stand still, dragged by him, walking like a snail.

I don't know where I got the courage to call him, "Brother, I want to go home." ”

He didn't move anymore and stopped. After being stunned for a long time, he turned to look at me, and when he saw me crying, he just reached out and said, "Give me all the money on your body!" ”

Stunned, he handed over all the money to him, and asked stupidly: "Brother, don't you have any pocket money?" I'll give you the money to spend from now on! My brother said that happiness should be shared with others, so that I can get more happiness. ”

But he ignored me, glanced at me, and limped on.

It wasn't until he was about to disappear from my sight that I remembered that I had no money on me and that I couldn't go home.

"Brother, can you take me to the car home? I don't have any money. ”

I thought he wouldn't pay attention to me, but he reluctantly walked back, stuffed a dollar into my hand, and turned away again.

I took the opportunity to grab his hand and whispered, "Brother, I don't know how to get home." ”

And just like that, he finally sent me home. If he hadn't sent me, I guess I wouldn't even be able to find my home.

Standing at the door of the house, I asked him to wait for me, then ran in, came out with my piggy bank in my arms, and handed it to him.

"Brother, this is all my money, all for you. I hope you can be happy every day. ”

I don't know why, but he stared at me for a long time and finally took my money.

From that time on, he would wait at the gate of my school every day, and whenever I saw him, I would quietly avoid the housekeeper uncle and go to him.

Each time his purpose was the same, to ask me to give him the money.

At first he wouldn't ask me for much, but after a week, he started asking for a few dozens, sometimes hundreds.

I didn't care, anyway, my grandparents never asked me where my pocket money went. They are only responsible for giving money, but they ask me about my studies and my mood.

What's more, I'm really happy to give him the money and see him smile.

He asked me for money for a semester, and even during the summer vacation, he would run to my door and walk around, and when I saw him, I would find all kinds of excuses to sneak out and give him the money, and then he would take me to the snack street to eat.

That was the only source of happiness I had since my brother went abroad.

Share pocket money with him, go to eat skewers together, and sometimes skip the ticket.

When I was in the second grade, he suddenly disappeared. It hasn't been seen again for an entire school year.

Later, when I grew up, I realized that he had gone home and returned to the Shen family.

The relationship between us feeding and being fed has completely changed since the second year after he returned to the Shen family.

He has become the young master of the Shen family, no longer the little beggar who was always bullied and stolen and slept on the streets, standing in the same position as me, always shining with the golden light of wealth.

The school I attended was a school that integrated elementary and middle school, and it was also an aristocratic school. And he suddenly became the senior of the fourth class of the senior self.

I was in the third grade of primary school, and he was in his first year of junior high school, but what remained unchanged was that he still liked to bully me.

I used to ask for money, but then I was childishly pulling my hair and hitting me from time to time.

Every day, he would wait for me early at the school gate, rob me of breakfast, and call me ugly. would also wait for me at the door of our class every day in advance, and hit me hard.

Unbeknownst to him, his mischievous words had caused me serious harm.

Every day, I would stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, look at myself, and cry silently because he always called me ugly.

He won't know that those words make me more and more unable to believe myself, and I can't believe those who praise me, I always feel that they are all liars, and they are all deliberately praising me, scolding me, and taking advantage.

I kept my head down in front of him more and more times, and even later I didn't dare to look up at him.

Because I'm really scared that he will see me and call me ugly.

It's already a thing of the past, but when I think about it, my cheeks are already wet.

When I raised my hand, I didn't touch my face yet, but I felt the warmth of my fingers.

"Sissy, I'm sorry! I just heard that there will be a meteor shower at half past eight tonight, so I ......"

"You think a meteor shower will mend our relationship? The wound you brought me is still dripping blood, how do you want me to pretend to be relieved and laugh in your arms because of a fleeting meteor shower?

I'm thirty-eight years old, not eight, and I won't be stupid enough to let you play tricks anymore. ”