I hurried back to the room, and Zhang Bailiang was still kneeling on the bed in that position, covering his face and panting violently. Probably because my footsteps were too heavy, he suddenly looked back at me.

I didn't give him a chance to react at all, so I rushed to him and stabbed him with a knife!

What is a knife? I just tore him to shreds, and I don't even hate him!

Zhang Bailiang's eyes flashed with panic, he hurriedly turned sideways to avoid me, and reflexively used his arm to block. I missed, quickly sideways the blade and slashed him in the arm!

Zhang Bailiang screamed in pain, immediately grabbed the wound, folded his waist in pain, and his face was against the bed.

Blood was gushing from his fingers, and soon the sheets were smeared red, and my eyes seemed to turn red.

I climbed into bed, probably because I looked too crazy, maybe the wound was too painful, Zhang Bailiang's face turned white, and as soon as he turned over, he rolled under the bed.

I chased after him with all my might, forced him into the corner of the window and the window, and stabbed him indiscriminately, and soon there were more shallow knives on his arm, and blood flowed.

After all, Zhang Bailiang was already injured, and I didn't dare to fight hard like crazy, so I pulled a pillow to block my knife, the pillow was soft and unbearable, I stopped, looked at him coldly, looking for an opportunity.

Zhang Bailiang immediately covered his arms, rolled over from the bed, and rushed to the door.

When I chased after the knife, Zhang Bailiang had already closed the door, and my fruit knife was slammed into the door.

Outside, the screams of mother-in-law and Zhang Rou came and went.

I heard Zhang Bailiang telling my mother-in-law to take the key to lock the door, I immediately gave away the handle of the knife, grabbed the doorknob and pulled it open forcefully, several times Zhang Bailiang couldn't withstand my strength, and was almost pulled away by me.

But there were two or three people outside, and the door was finally locked.

I kicked the door hard and stared at the still shaking fruit knife on the door.

I yelled at the door, "Zhang Bailiang, you open the door for me!" ”

There was a mess outside the door, but no one paid any attention to me. Also, Zhang Bailiang was blurred by my flesh and blood, like a bloody person, and they were not scared to death.

This is so special that Zhang Bailiang is cheap, this bastard!

The door didn't open, so I simply took my mobile phone and called Zhang Bailiang, and it took a long time for the mobile phone to be connected.

It was Zhang Rou's voice, and she scolded angrily: "You crazy woman, I'm going to call the police and arrest you." ”

Alarm?

I simply smiled crookedly: "Call the police? Hurry up and report so that your brother can turn himself in! ”

Zhang Rou seemed to be asking Zhang Bailiang: "Brother, what did she say to surrender?" ”

"Tell your brother, I recorded all what he said just now, let him pack up and wait to go to jail!" After I finished speaking, I immediately hung up the phone, and heard the scolding outside the door quiet, and the last bit of sound was inaudible.

The room suddenly fell silent, and slowly all I could hear was my own rapid breathing from being too excited. I leaned my back against the door, tossed and turned, and suddenly quieted down, I went limp, slowly slid down the door, and sat down on the floor, staring straight at the bedside table, moving.

The phone rang suddenly, and I looked down at the phone that had fallen to the ground, and on the display was Zhang Rou's number.

I didn't answer, but the phone rang over and over again, and after more than ten minutes, I pulled her into the blacklist.

Immediately after that, there is the mother-in-law's number.

The phone kept ringing, and as soon as I answered her, I hung up, and I was going crazy!

I threw it aside in annoyance, and suddenly my phone started to say that the battery was low. Suddenly the alarm bell went off in my head, they locked me in my room, and I had no way to call for help when my phone was out of battery!

I got up and looked for the charger to plug in, only to find that all the outlets were powered off!

What a Zhang Bailiang!

He actually pulled the electric switch in my room, and he repeatedly called my mobile phone in order to cut off my communication and consume my power by the way.

How could he have such a scheming?

I kept telling myself to be calm, to be calm. Taking advantage of the fact that the phone has not automatically turned off, I quickly found the audio recorded before, as an MMS message to send to the little uncle, but before I turned to the little uncle's number, another phone call, I thought it was Zhang Bailiang again, after the conditioned reflex hung up, I was nervous for a while, and somehow sent the MMS to a number without a name.

In my address book, numbers with no names stored are at the top of the list. I anxiously watched that the MMS message was successfully sent, but the call came again, and I looked at it and it turned out to be my uncle's.

I was pleasantly surprised and quickly answered the phone.

But after connecting, without waiting for me to speak, the little uncle said loudly: "Fang Qing, dad is not good, you come to the hospital quickly." ”

"What?" I was shocked all of a sudden, what do you mean no, didn't I go back to see him not long ago?

The little uncle said, "It's true, Fang Qing! Dad has terminal lung cancer, it's been half a year, and he won't let me tell you. I've been so angry with you these days. We've been in the downtown hospital for many days, you have to come, don't ———— about the year."

The sound of the low battery prompt of the mobile phone is like a life charm, and my heart is beating and jumping, and I panicked and interrupted my uncle's words: "My mobile phone, my mobile phone is out of battery, Zhang Bai_"

Before I could finish my sentence, I heard the sound of music turning off on my phone.

I looked at the blackened phone screen in despair, my uncle would have thought that I had hung up and turned off the phone, and I had no time to tell him the truth, nor did I have time to call him to save me.

What to do, what to do!

Fang Jide, don't die. I've wronged you for so many years, and you don't want to die like that.

I muttered in my mouth and began to bang on the door vigorously while shouting: "Zhang Bailiang, if you let me out, my grandfather will die!" ”

No one answered me outside the house.

I don't have a way.

I was circling around the room.

I told myself to be calm, to be calm, to be calm.

Spare keys? Is there a spare key?

I nervously walked around the room before I remembered to put my bag in the living room. I rummaged around, lifting everything I could, trying to find something to pick the door lock.

The room was a mess, and the floor and bed were covered in blood.

And I knew that the only thing in the whole room that was a little hard was the spoon on the desk that I didn't take out for coffee.

Or that chair in front of the dresser? Let's see if I can smash this door!

Desperately, I leaned against the bookshelf and stumbled upon a wooden box under the shelf.

My heart moved, and I immediately lay on the ground and pulled out the wooden box. There was a thin layer of ash on the box, and when I opened the lid carefully, there were a few small drivers and wrenches inside. The screwdriver head is covered with a small wooden cover, and there is no rust at all.

Seeing this, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Fang Jide made a toy box for me when I was a child.

My grandfather was a carpenter, and this craft supported a large family.

He's a carpenter, so he made me this set and let me play with screws. When I was a kid, I loved it, and when I left home, I locked my books, pens, and the few toys in a big box. When I got married, I brought it with my old things.

Fang Jide went out to work every day to make money, the farm work in the field, the food, drink and Lazar of the whole family all relied on his grandmother, the heavy manual labor, and the psychological pressure of not getting along with his grandfather, made her always lose her temper with me and my little uncle.

Especially when the school pays the money, I want to buy a notebook and a pen, she hates to say a few words, and the teachers in your school all drink blood.

But Fang Jide doesn't care, as long as it's school supplies, he never skimps.

At that time, the family was really poor, and when I was more than nine years old, I never had any other snacks to eat except the sweet potatoes at home.

Whenever my grandfather worked in someone else's house, the master gave him an apple and orange, a handful of sugar, and even a handful of melon seeds, but he was reluctant to eat them, and always put them in his pocket.

When he came home in the evening, he came back with his toolbox on his back, put down the box, beckoned a few of us to come over, and while instructing the eldest uncle to pour water for him to drink, he took out snacks with body temperature from his pocket, and personally divided them among the three of us.

I've known how to please him since I was a child, and when an orange is divided into three parts, I have to divide one petal into his mouth.

Fang Jide, who rarely smiled, smiled a little kindly at that time, shaking his head and saying that he didn't like to eat.

When I was a child, Fang Jide spoke as my parent representative, and he was always proud, and he would always pat my head and sigh low when he got home.

Every time Fang Jide shows a little warmth, I feel extraordinarily emotional, but there are too few such times to cover up the pain and shadow he left in my heart.

Fang Jide and I are a pair of enemies.

He hated me as a stain on his life and the weight of his life.

I hated him for giving me a suppressed and breathless family of origin.

In order to get his recognition and praise, I worked tirelessly not to participate in the morning study, and got up early every day to sell vegetables before hurriedly changing my clothes and going to school. This kind of flattery, as well as the only remaining warmth Fang Jide had for me, were all lost that evening.

That evening that almost lifted the roof of Fang's house.

That ruined me, and ruined the rest of his life, and let him be pointed at in the village.

He used to smoke not hard, but since then, he has smoked and drunk more and more, and finally, his lungs have been exhausted.

Now, is he really, dying?

Thinking of this, I sped up the action of removing the door lock.

Most of the screws on the door lock are struck inside the house for fear that the thief will remove the lock from the outside.

But these are all childhood toys, and as a formal tool, it is still very uncomfortable. I worked on it carefully, and it took me about half an hour to finally remove the lock and open the door.

There was no one in the room, and the floor of the living room was full of Zhang Bailiang's dripping blood, which continued to the door.

I guess I went to the hospital.

I picked up my phone and bag and walked out until I reached the entrance, and suddenly I found myself still wearing that sexy pajamas, which were splattered with blood. If Fang Jide saw me like this, he would have to be angry.