The lights weren't turned on in the living room.

The footsteps were loud, and the cigarette butt in his hand flickered and dimmed, and the murderous atmosphere was high......

My brother is at home and doesn't live in school.

He waited at home for his daughter-in-law, or waited to beat me.

My brother walked up to the sofa, and his burly figure was like a mountain pressing down on me, and asked, "Are you back?"

I quickly sat up from the sofa and said in a good voice, "Brother, she was originally my ......"

My brother pinched my shoulders and put me on the ground directly, he sat down on the sofa by himself, crossed his legs, took a puff of cigarette, exhaled heavily from his nose, and asked me calmly, "Are you back to your hometown?"

I nodded.

I have long been accustomed to the calm before the storm.

Reached out to protect his face.

My brother slapped me on the back of my hand, and although he only used three points of force, it also made me a little dizzy, and the back of my hand hurt hotly.

I won't resist him, the more I resist, the harder I will be beaten, this is an experience I have summed up since I was a child, and I am self-aware.

My brother slapped me, sat on the couch and kicked me in the chest.

I voluntarily lay backwards on the ground without much effort.

After the beating, my brother pulled me up and said angrily: "How many days you have been out, how many beatings have you received, it is better not to let me see you again!"

He meant to beat me tomorrow and tell me to get out of here.

Since he finished beating me today, he should be able to communicate, so I sat next to him and begged very sincerely: "Brother, I really like her, we brothers, big men, there is no need to earn this......

"You think marriage is child's play? I don't care about you! Don't go out and be embarrassed! ”

The elder brother got up and left angrily and went back upstairs.

It can be seen that my brother is turning a blind eye, and his principle is: as long as you don't go out and embarrass people, Lao Tzu can not worry so much about you at home!

He has always been this principle.

Just like when I heard that Xun Qianling was going to be married to the director's son, he didn't want to earn a daughter-in-law for me, he couldn't swallow that breath, and he wanted to earn face for the family.

He was a copy of my grandfather's personality.

He can tolerate me being bad at home, but he definitely can't tolerate me taking my sister-in-law out to and make people point fingers.

After the beating and scolding, the world was peaceful.

I lay on the couch and slept soundly.

When I woke up, there was no one at home.

They went to school together early in the morning, and they both had their own normal studies and work.

I suddenly felt like I still didn't fit in.

After many years, I still don't know how to fit in, or I can't fit in, as I did when I was a child, and I still do this when I grow up.

I am not eligible for higher education, no university is willing to accept me as a murderer.

Looking at the empty apartment, the feeling of loneliness and loneliness inexplicably occupied me.

I walked out of the house.

I had a casual breakfast on the way, wandering the streets of a university town, and lost my sense of direction for a while.

There was a group of people on the street who were pushing, scolding, and scolding.

I stood on the side and watched, watching them blushing and thick-necked, high-spirited and energetic, and sincerely feeling that their lives were so boring that they had to find something normal to do, even if it was to serve tea and pour water.

Of course, it has to be on campus.

Because Nanling University still has unfinished business.

When I walked into the school gate, I saw that the gardener was pruning the green belt, so I stepped forward to help, and I was greatly complimented, which was very good.

So I continued to wander around.

Seeing that a young lady couldn't lift something, she stepped forward to help her get it, and when she saw a ball flying out of the playground, she helped pick it up.

I walked around and heard more "thank you" than I had heard in 18 years.

Slowly, I feel that this kind of life is really good.

I want to be like everyone else, to spend my youth at the best age, to have a group of lovely classmates and friends, and to have a girl who can hold hands and laugh in the sun.

As he walked, a voice came from behind him:

"Dongyang, come here and help!"

I turned around and saw my eldest sister wearing a white lab coat, followed by a few students who were also wearing white coats.

The eldest sister came over and said, "I'm worried about the lack of manpower, I just happened to meet you, let's go, help move something!"

And then without saying anything, let me follow.

I asked, "What is it?"

I just asked casually, in fact, no matter what I moved, I was very happy, and I was worried that I had nothing to do.

A girl next to her said, "Teacher."

"What's that?"

I don't understand, what teacher, does the teacher have to carry the students into the classroom in class......

A boy next to him said, "The elevator is broken, and I have to carry the general teacher upstairs."

"What's that?"

I still don't understand, the elevator is broken, the teacher doesn't have long legs, can't he take the stairs.

Everyone is more serious and will not reply to my words.

I followed the large army, and when I walked to the experimental building, I realized that I was going to the corpse warehouse to move the corpse!

The eldest sister said:

"The deceased, who used their bodies to preach and teach to the students, are the teachers of selfless dedication, and the students are called teachers of general."

My brain hurts when I hear it, and I won't come if I say I won't come!

During the summer vacation, I went in and out of the corpse in the basement several times, and there was a deep psychological shadow, and I was self