My sister-in-law is a great actress, and the only thing that comes with her is a huge debt.
After the scam was broken, she died and said she would never divorce my brother.
Later, I couldn’t wait to get a divorce or her.
I curse her.
But I never thought my curse would hurt her.
One.
Song Yangzawa–my own brother, cheated.
I used to go to a brand store to get the latest in the season, and the familiar sales called and asked me if I wanted to pick it up first.
When I went to the store, I saw Song Yingzawa sitting in the rest area, with his long legs on the tea table, probably bored, and was brushing his phone.
A woman in the store with a very radiant back is looking for a snag, probably for a favorite, and later asked him, “Yangzawa, what do you think of this?” I’m sorry.
I nuanced my eyebrow, Yosawa, and I know my brother’s men in business, whether married or not, must have a date outside.
I don’t know if I’m serious or not, but they’re all called Mr. Song Yangsawa, Mr. Zed, the boss.
That’s the first of the two.
My brother raised his head without heart, then smiled, and said, “You like it.” I’m sorry.
Listen! Listen! In broad daylight, in Long Queens, it’s really bad for dogs…emmmm men and women.
I walked over there with my hand on Song Yangzawa’s shoulder, squeezing her in the back and screaming, “Yinzawa, people have to pack.”
My brother didn’t turn his head to know it was me, and he laughed at me, and he hit me in the head with his hands up and behind his back, and he laughed, and he said, “Don’t be rude.” I’m sorry.
And I carried his neck from behind him, and looked up at the woman, and she didn’t pick up the bag, and stood there looking at me in measure.
It’s pretty, it’s very nice, it’s like a star, it’s not a vase, it looks like a few separate ways.
Because she looked at me like Song Yang-taek, and the smile of her lips didn’t fade, except for a little guard in her eyes, and she asked my brother, “This is…”
“This is my sister Yen Wei.” I’m sorry.
She was so relieved, and then she looked at something strange, and she said, “It was your sister,” and she introduced herself, “My name is Suman.” I’m sorry.
She looked at me and she said, “I met you before, but you probably forgot. I’m sorry.
I don’t know when I saw her. I didn’t listen to her.
I asked him, “Do you know that you’re out shopping with women today?” I’m sorry.
Koon-chul is my sister-in-law and his wife, but it does not scare my brother. He didn’t even pick his eyebrow, and he said, “What do you like to pick?” I’m sorry.
I’m sad: “Is this the way I am? The way my feelings are so good that a bag wants to buy me.” I’m sorry.
My brother doesn’t change his face: “Three, no more. I’m sorry.
I know he doesn’t really care if he’s out there raising a woman because he’s afraid to divorce him.
So We gathered it, and we jumped up with joy, saying, “By good will, brother.” I’m sorry.
It’s been a long day, making three buns for nothing, regardless of the style, and I just want three of the most expensive, so I picked them very quickly, and when I left, I saw her with some enthusiasm.
I don’t like poaching, but I don’t like women with no skin or face.
I woke up like a dream on the halfway way, and I finally knew why I thought the name “Sorm” was familiar.
That’s what my brother’s first real love seemed to be called before he married Kong.
Two.
My brother and Concubine are arranged marriages.
Our family was a family that grew up in coal mines, and my grandfather went to my father’s generation to make jewels, but it was just from coal to metal.
And whether it’s coal or diamonds, it’s mainly carbon, just like our home, whether it’s coal or jewelry, it’s just an outburst.
So my dad would love my brother to marry a girl who’s a good-for-nothing, and to improve the quality of my next generation.
Concubine was a suitable candidate, her father was an art expert and her mother was a well-known painter.
She is a graduate of higher education and has a very high IQ. She graduated at 23 years of age and graduated with her mentor in scientific research into a certain deadly epidemic.
Although she does not earn money, she is in a very high social position and speaks of the kind that makes me respectable — but unfortunately she is in my house now as a housewife for my brother.
I remember my brother was 28 years old when he was dating Confucius. At the age of 28, it was the peak of a man’s handshake for his career that my father wanted him to marry a wife and be locked in his house.
Especially my brother, I’m five years younger than him, and I’ve witnessed all the times of his rebellion.
My brother is very popular with girls, he’s rich, he’s handsome, he’s tasteful, he’s got a lazy, uninvolved, kind of like a leopard on the prairie eating and drinking.
He has always been a popular figure at school, always a school girl in the back seat of his motorcycle — and he has changed very quickly.
Although he’s nice to me, I’d like to say that it’s a nice piece of shit.
It is hard to imagine the extent of his contempt and resistance to this arranged marriage.
The first time my dad put it on the table and talked to him about it, my brother was snuffed.
He said, “The 23-year-old graduate school graduate? Dad, you can’t open it. It’s a stupid glasses nerd. I’ll never get married again. I’m sorry.
My father didn’t talk to him, he didn’t even lift his eyelids, and asked, “Are you going? I’m sorry.
My brother went, because at that time he and his friends had tendered land from the Government to do a big project, which was the critical moment and the financial chain could not be broken.
My brother is a very strong man who hates threats from others, and he might have taken them off, but he’s too many, and he doesn’t have to do 8,000 with his family, so he can do it.
That was a very good party, and both parents were sitting across the street.
Actually, I had a good first impression of a poignant, at least not like the kind of nerdy glasses that read and read, she was white, and she had very beautiful eyes and the whole person was gentle.
In fact, the first thing I’m concerned about when I see her is her face, because she’s very strong and, if I have to describe it, is the kind of inclement, non-smoking cleanness.
My parents were smiling, and I can see they’re very happy with Kong, but they’re not my brother’s favorite.
He hasn’t changed in all these years. He’s got a big, big, long wave of beauty, and he’s late for the day.
It’s been three or four years, but I’m impressed — because it’s embarrassing even when you look like me.
My brother was late and didn’t even sit at the table. He went straight to the red wine at his hands, and he said, “I’m sorry.
“Come, Sister Kong, I’m so sorry that you’re late. I’m sorry.
It’s hard for him to be so greasy and really rude.
And even worse, he was heartbroken by his heart, and when he made a cup of wine and touched it, he deliberately spilled wine on her clothes.
The poignant was wearing a white shirt, and the wine was dizzling in the chest, and the wine was glittering through the clothes and the outline of the underwear was hidden.
I couldn’t even look at my parents’ faces, but my mother and father were sitting across from me.
Her mother was beautiful, but she had never smiled from beginning to end, and her brows had been wrinkled since my brother appeared and had not spread.
However, the pore was very low, and she took an aphrodisiac from the decorative vase next to the table.
The platinum, which overlaps, has a tiny amount of powder in it, just as beautiful as her, covering up the wine.
She smiled at my brother, and she was so sweet, and she was so soft, she was so small — but she was so small, she was 24, and she was a year older than me, and she said to my brother, “It’s okay. I’m sorry.
My brother seemed to be stunned — because he didn’t speak, and then sat down for half a day.
3
We all thought this door was yellow when we went back, and although my parents were happy with Kong, — after all, which family married to my brother was such a lukewarm man.
My mother called Kong’s house the next day without much hope.
Our home has a specialty of organic farming, with a healthy, natural taste, just in time to catch up with the mackerel crab harvest, and the estate brought in a lot of other seafood, and my mother invited Kong’s family to taste it — after all, unlike the outside.
The mother’s tone was not warm, but it was polite to say that he had recently been at the lab, was not sure if there was time, and to respond later.
The night was a phone call from Kong, shamefully, saying thank you for the invitation, but she only had time to leave the lab on Saturday afternoon, and my mother laughed and said that she would have Song Yangzawa pick her up when she left the lab on Saturday.
My brother was surprised by the task of receiving him and showed the greatest resistance to this decision, which ignored his own will.
During that time, he and his family turned upside down and he hated being held hostage.
When I went back Friday night, he was fighting my dad in the living room, on the ground, probably my dad fell.
He was in the business and he said that he was used to it and that he was not allowed to be turned against at home.
In the living room, the needles were heard, and only the silent breath of the family ‘ s nanny was found to be on his knees to collect a piece of debris.
My brother, like a grown-up panther in a tribe, stood there uninvolvedly and secretly revealed his arrogance to deter the Lion King, reaching the age at which he could challenge his authority.
He looked at my father, and said, “Don’t worry, I’ve got someone I like. If you want, I’ll be able to show her to you right away, and try to get you two grandchildren for three years.” I’m sorry.
My dad gave him a curvature on his forehead, pointing at him, screaming:
“I’ve closed my eyes to those who were with you before, and I’ll break your legs if you take an unknown woman to your house. I’m sorry.
My brother smiled, his mouth rose, his young eyes were cold, he said:
“How can I call a woman who has no knowledge of her name? I’m sorry.
He looked extremely careless, and I knew he didn’t like this Suman, except that at that time there was this guy who was being used to piss me off.
My dad was so excited to pick up the glass.
As soon as I saw something wrong, I grabbed Song Yangzawa’s arm, squeezed his arms gently, said he wouldn’t say anything, and then looked up to my father and said:
“Hey, Dad, you don’t know what my brother’s doing. I’ll talk to him. I’m sorry.
And then he was dragged and dragged away.
I can actually feel my brother’s feelings.
I’m a girl, but he’s not. He’s been set up since he was a kid. He’s got to go to school, study, come out and do what.
When he graduated from high school, he wanted to train himself in the army, and he was on his way to the army under cover of his family’s name, but my father simply “buyed” him a place in a well-known foreign school, took him on a plane and sent him to study finance abroad.
The parents’ desire for such control is suffocating.
But there is no other way. Our words are very strong: “Isn’t it just a woman?” Do you still want to do that piece of land? I’m sorry.
“You have to deal with her first, not to marry her right away. You say you’re usually as smart as a fox. I’m sorry.
“And besides, I’m not trying to fool you around. You don’t have to marry a girl. You get along with her. I’m sorry.
I hate the sound of iron and steel: “What good does it do you to have a girl who can’t stand the burden of shame, then steal the beams, and then draw a salary, and you can’t walk away with Dad?” I’m sorry.
He nicked his eyes. I know he heard it.
Because he was supposed to pick her up at Koon-chul school on Saturday, and I followed her.
When my brother got out of the car and smoked on the door, I sat in the back row and looked out the window at the school, and three or two-twenty-fifths of the students were young and soon saw the holes.
She’s wearing a simple white T and jeans, dark-haired coated down to her waist, a little bit of sundown after her, almost reflecting on her face.
She ran all the way to the car, and there was some panting and a thin sweatball on her forehead.
And her face was red, and her eyes were brightly on my brother, and when she smiled, she turned and said, “Sorry for the delay. I’m sorry.
Song Yangsawa shot smoke ash, and her eyes were fixed in her face for a moment, and then, as if he had accidentally smothered the smoke in his hand.
And he laughed, a silent smile that looked into a trap and understood the ignorant prey, but it was a handsome mess, and he said, “It’s okay, it’s not too long to wait. I’m sorry.
There was something unexpected, and I smiled out of the back window and said hello to the hole, and I didn’t think that one day they would really get married.
Because Confucius likes my brother – and wants to marry him.
4
My brother Song Yangtze is not a person willing to share the details of his relationship with his sister, so I still don’t know what he did in his daily relationship with Kong.
I can only look at where this came from with one trip with them.
For the first time, we were climbing the mountain together, and Kong Qi was a good student, and she did not look like the type of person who used to exercise, either sitting in the library or in the study room.
Climbing was also my brother’s proposal, and probably left Kong’s mind to hate him, as Song Yangtze was like a straight man with no entourage, standing on his legs and leaving me and the hole behind.
Then, when I and the poignant bore each other to climb up the mountain, I saw him on a dustless back, and couldn’t help but bite his teeth and his crotch, and say, ‘Look, see, is this man doing?’ I’m sorry.
She’s not angry, she’s in a bad mood, she’s crawling up the hill and laughing down at me.
We’re all exhausted at the top of the mountain, except for Song Yang Zai, who told us to get up at 3 am and wait for sunrise.
Whoever wants to wait, I don’t look. I feel like my legs have run away.
I was in a tent with Kong, and the next day I was woken up by an alarm clock, and it was empty, and I didn’t think that she was up, and I opened the tent.
She sits outside with my brother, far away, and the sun shines. On her, the light was tender, and she had no idea what she was talking about.
My brother listened very carefully, and the sun was rising a little bit from afar, and the clouds were dazed and the clouds were dazzled, but none of them looked to a far view.
I looked at Song Yangzawa, and he listened to her with his head shut, and looked at her with his eyes closed, and wondered what he was talking about, and he was laughing at his lips.
That look should have been taken to him, at least I’ve never seen such a gentle side of him, and I thought, let go of the hand that opened the tent and shrunk back.
It’s a shame the view.
Later, when she came down the mountain, her legs were shaking so badly that she might not be able to exercise enough, and Song Yangtze stood by her patiently, allowing her to hold her arms a little bit to the ground.
I was in the back with a big bag and I watched their backs full of shit.
Well, as a qualified sister, I’ve had enough.
At that time, Song Yangtze and I said you’d put up with a lot of humiliation until the project landed and you didn’t have to be threatened by Dad’s financial chain.
I had no idea that he had endured too much humiliation, that he had fallen in love with him, and that he would marry him, with a hole like a white rabbit.
They didn’t go out for long. They started getting married for about a year.
The marriage did not seem to have been very honourable and smooth, as it involved forced marriage, and my father seemed to have threatened my brother with business and the school and future of the chicken.
I guess he should end up half-plugging and consummating to get married, but he didn’t know anything about it.
Speaking of which, I suddenly remembered why she said she and I had met before, that it was my brother’s wedding with Kong Yu, and I got a security phone call when the new guy exchanged the ring.
The security guard was very difficult at that end, and he said, “Miss Song, there’s a lady here who says he’s old and old. I’m sorry.
A qualified sister deals with his brother, who lives by himself.
I walked out with my hands and legs, and I didn’t know the name of the sour, and that woman was so full of tears tearing up my sleeve and asking me how Song Yangzawa got married.
This woman is so stupid that after my brother and Kong Qi were together, the outsiders broke up, and for more than a year she touched the door at today’s wedding.
I was very impatient, but I didn’t want to have any trouble at my brother’s wedding, so I gave her my personal account manager and asked her to contact this man, and she would have a very generous “mental loss” and left.
Then my manager called me and confirmed it, and it cost me a lot of money, and I left it behind.
Moreover, at that time, I did not think that Song Yangtze and Koon-chul had been completely forced to marry, at least because he was not as sick as he showed.
One of the things they married.
My parents are a very traditional person, with a family of smoke and a family of people living together.
My father’s tutor said that it would take him a hundred years for us to split up and that even a man like my brother would be able to do what he said.
I had a good relationship at that time, and after all, there were very few people of my own age who could speak.
Sometimes at night when my brother was away from home on business, she came to bed with a pillow and I asked her, curiously, how she would marry my brother.
She was lying on the bed, naive and naive, and she showed me an album with a little bit of shame, and looked at it in detail, in order of their date.
The first one was the Sea Hall, where Confucius and my brother crouched by the pool, where a whale came out half-dived, with a splashed bead in the air.
The poaching hand was on the head of the whale, looking at the camera, smiling very brightly, and my brother was on the other side with no face, but he was looking at the lens.
The second was the playground, behind it was a skyscraper, with a cone in her mouth, with white ice cream on her mouth, with long rabbit ears on her head and an animal balloon in her other hand and smiling.
My brother’s standing behind her in the middle of the day, with a cone in his hand, with his lips ticking.
My brother’s unobvious lips are in the picture, with an unwitting puddle:
“Your brother’s broken. He smiled there when he saw the ice cream on my mouth before he took the picture. I’m sorry.
The picture is very lively, with the hands of the cinema with 10 fingers, the holes in my brother’s arms, the two of them jumping out of my brother’s arms, the two bare feet on the beach, and the one with the helmet on his back of my brother’s motorcycle.
The most surprising thing is that there are two other people who take pictures of themselves, and my brother sometimes looks at the camera, sometimes without looking, mostly without a visible face, but sometimes with smiles — for example, when a crotch is exaggerating in a face camera…
There is also a photo taken by my brother’s single person, in the corridor of the laboratory, who sits outside in his chair and waits for the pore to leave, and when he hears the poaching of his voice, he looks up the side of his head and looks at the outside of the lens — with a soft smile on the lips.
I looked through the picture, and I thought it would all be nice if my brother were to put up with a load of shit — his character, his acting.
So for a long time, I think he didn’t hate the holes, and even if he did, he simply rejected the despotism of her part of the parents whom my father forced to marry him.
My dad wanted to do something against it, and he was against it.
But he didn’t like poaching.
One more thing: I took her out every day when she first got married, and she was on a wedding leave, and we spent the whole day.
A small virus that she can study and analyse from four aspects of the experiment: cos-controltuddy, retrospective, prospective and cohorttt.
I bought her makeup, taught her make-up with my hands, took her to buy clothes and shoes, of course it was my brother’s card.
I also took her to buy her pajamas, and she came to me to sleep with me in one of those tight-headed cartoons.
‘Cause I know my brother’s character, and his ex-partners didn’t have that kind of style, and I didn’t put up with it at the time, and I asked her, “This nightgown, what did Song Yangzawa say? I’m sorry.
Her face was red, even her ears were red, but her head was still shaking.
It’s strange that Song Yangtze didn’t give up.
But I took her to buy a nightgown, a little better than that, and I’m sorry to overdo it. Please, I’m embarrassed, but I couldn’t last to swipe a card and get another one.
She saw it, and her face got redder, but she didn’t object, but took my hand and whispered, “Will he like it?” I’m sorry.
I don’t like her. I don’t like her, but I feel like I’m getting excited.
And then, not two days later, when I was on the living room sofa eating a cone chase, Song Yingzawa came to warn me that my eyes were so tight, he told me:
“Don’t take the poachers to buy a bunch of shit from now on, and don’t hurt her. I’m sorry.
Without exaggerating, I’ve got goosebumps and I’m wailing: “What are you pretending? I’m sorry.
And he smiled, and then he smiled, and he looked serious, not like he was joking, warning me, “That’s good.” I’m sorry.
What a strange man.
Well, actually, I really like Koon-chul, and for a long time I think my brother married her was a great-grandmother, and that such a nice girl fell into my brother’s hands.
It’s not that my brother’s bad. He’s a good brother and a very attractive man.
But he’s got all the bad things, like bad tempers, incompetence, grumpyness, too many women out there, and he’s not good at controlling his desires…
It’s even more rare that my brother doesn’t seem to be able to see these problems, that she’s all about my brother, that she’s all dependent on him, that she loves him, that I’m all in love, that my brother is lucky, that I’ll be the first to spare him if he doesn’t treat him well…
Oh, this brilliant liar.
5
They’ve had a very respectful marriage before the crash, and my brother’s actually got a lot of protection.
It was a little late for my first day at breakfast and I was sitting at the table.
She was turned from her face to her ear, and then she stood by the spinning stairs, and she was in a bit of a state of confusion in the sight that she looked forward to.
Song Yingzawa kicked me in the face of the table and then walked over to her, naturally reaching out to her, pulling her hand to the table without changing her face, letting her sit down and turning her head and saying, “What do you want? Chinese or Western? I’m sorry.
Like a very sweet new couple.
And when I came downstairs for dinner, I often saw her in the living room while reading and waiting for Song Yingzawa to come back.
During his time, he often had to drink for his project, and when I ran into her the first night, I warned her kindly, because Song Yangzawa sometimes came back after drinking too late.
Most of the people who came back from the house drunk were busy giving him a wake-up soup and a night-night stomach, so he usually sent him to the hotel, spit out the wine and come back from the day after.
We made the Qur’an wait for nothing, but she shook her head and looked up and laughed at me, and said, “I will wait, and I will not sleep.” I’m sorry.
And then that night, when I was so confused that I was going to sleep, there was a car light on the first floor reflecting into the boat, and I looked in the window and the driver was holding my brother and actually came back.
Concubine is well-educated, and she doesn’t mind my brother’s breath. My brother will come back after she’s married, no matter how drunk she is, and she will have her own soup ready.
I’ve seen it a few times down the stairs at night, and there’s only one light in the living room, and a little quiet and cozy space is covered with warm yellow lights.
My brother was lying on the legs of a hole, sometimes poaching his temple, sometimes giving him a drink and soup, and sometimes feeding him with porridge for hours because of the alcohol.
My brother, who was cold and arrogant and had no voice at the university or at the break of his leg, only drank a few more wines and whispered and frowned everywhere as he asked where he was feeling.
He enjoys a little care with a little detail.
Sometimes I think it would be nice to keep it that way.
But a good day is a bubble, and it’s broken with a jab.
The first fear was that her mother was sick and hospitalized, and that she was in shock when she came back from the hospital with her mother.
At first, I thought she had been with her mother for days because she was worried about her mother.
She was so anxious that one day she asked me a question:
“Yo Wei, if my family… would you and I forgive me if I did something too much? I’m sorry.
I was laughing at her. What could she do?
Until six months later, my father came home with a document of anger and sent everyone to the study, and he had something to say.
That day’s quarrel was a precursor to the first break-up of our family.
The document contains dozens of documents, which add up to a sum of small, large and large, owed by Confucian’s father for gambling, and rolled to the end by about a million dollars.
All of Kong ‘ s assets were mortgaged, and when Kong married to our home, they were sent to Song ‘ s house as dowries, the owner of the assets changed, and Kong and Song Yangsawa were recipients of the dowries, which were not carefully verified when they were signed.
Papa Kong is a very cunning man and has entered into a hidden agreement with the owner of the debt, that is to say, it is now a joint debt between Kong and Song Yangzawa.
This is more deadly for the Song family than for the money, especially for my father.
He was trying to find a famous girl to improve his family’s genes, pick them up and even force them to marry by all means, but did not think it would be a fall-out of a phoenix with all kinds of fancy feathers.
If business is not good or bad, is it because of the high debt owed by gambling?
Can a child like this be known as a girl? How does this home-school gene improve the family’s next generation?
My father’s heart is sore, he sits on his chair and he breathes.
My brother was staring at that document, with red eyes, and then he looked up to the hole, and he jumped on his forehead.
But he kept his temper to himself, and kept it low and light, as if he were afraid of the holes, and he asked, “That’s why you married me.” I’m sorry.
Tears were running down her face, and she was looking at my brother and not saying a word.
My brother took a deep breath and asked her the last word. He said, “Do you know that these agreements are in question before you marry?” If you say you don’t know, I’ll believe you. I’m sorry.
The hole looked at my brother without blinking, and his lips moved, but he didn’t make a sound.
Until my brother closed his eyes in silence, she said, “Do you know what the difference is?” I’m sorry.
My father’s proud marriage became a joke, as did a happy daughter-in-law.
And he’s a man of great dignity, and he’s not allowed to divorce because he’s afraid to talk and he doesn’t want people to think we’re poor and rich.
It has been three years now.
Six.
I was home making pastries.
I used to think that if my family hadn’t lived in the same house, it would have been more fun for her and my brother to live their lives.
Because my brother doesn’t have a home, she’s better off living alone than a family living together.
In fact, there are special bakers in the family, but since becoming a housewife, she’s probably bored, so she’s learned a lot of snacks from the baker and likes to do it herself.
I used to ignore her and walk away, but today I went to the kitchen to see her because I had some delicate sympathy for my brother’s first love.
She looked back at me and she had flour on her face, but she smiled and turned, and she was childish, and she called me like she used to:
“Yun Wei, I’ve made the soufflé, your favorite, you can eat it later. I’m sorry.
It’s stupid, my husband’s got another woman buying a bag, and she’s about to be swept out, and she’s still playing flour.
I grunted, and I ignored her, and she was used to the way she smiled at me, and I turned around.
I didn’t come down until I had dinner, and my brother was home, and he brought the chicken for a bag today, and I thought he’d sleep at night.
My parents were sitting next to him, my parents were across the street, I went over to sit down, my parents were talking to my brother, and I occasionally had a mouth, and everyone knew that he was transparent.
It should be hard to taste, and I looked at her head, and the crystal light was on her face, her eyelids were low, she ate with chopsticks and a long shadow of eyelashes on her face, and it was so quiet and pathetic that I had a slight soft heart.
I forced myself to turn my face, and my dad was trying to teach my brother that he had too much appetite for business, too radical, and he said,
“Look how old you are. All the other kids as big as you have graduated from kindergarten. I’m sorry.
My brother is still a lazy, careless man, holding his hand against the chair behind the hole, “Why not live?” I’m sorry.
I left early after eating, probably knowing I wasn’t popular.
“I was wrong to ask you to marry Koon-chul, but my father couldn’t have gotten away with it. If you didn’t want to have a baby with her, you’d be with that sophomore. Didn’t you want to marry her before? I’m sorry.
Pow– The squirming back, the water cup fell on the floor and rolled several circles, and the hole stood there, it was all heard.
My brother looked up against her eyes and, after a moment, he looked away and held his hand in the holed-down chair, and then his face cooled down, and he looked at my father without an expression.
My brother’s been full of feathers for years, and he’s not under my dad’s control. He’s actually scary when he sinks.
He asked my father, “Did you send someone to follow me or investigate me?” I’m sorry.
In the end, I felt like my brother wanted to leave, but he looked at his soul and stood there in the hole, and went up to hold her wrist a bit rudely and pulled her upstairs.
I’m a little worried. I’ll put my job down later.
Three years ago, the time when they were fighting the most, my brother had not come home for a month, came home one night drunk and kicked the door of their bedroom on the third floor in the middle of the night.
I was on the second floor, and even though the house was soundproof, I heard a dispute upstairs, and my brother was asking why Koko was married to him.
I didn’t hear the holes. There was a bit of noise upstairs, and I was afraid my brother might get killed after drinking.
The door of their bedroom was open, and my brother’s eyes were red on the neck of the hole, so he was able to choke, and there was no struggle.
I jumped up and broke my brother’s hand, and I still remember that I’ve always had a better-looking brother like a homeless man on the street.
He said, ‘I thought you were simple, and I did not think that I would eat tigers as a pig.’ I’m sorry.
Then he turned around, and very rarely returned home.
I was worried about what had happened to them today, and I heard him say, “Do you want a divorce? I’m sorry.
A year ago, when my brother had paid the Concubine debt, he had asked with cynicism, and she had already spent it, and was not leaving now if she wanted to divorce him.
Koon-chul looked at my brother and said, “I will never bring you up to divorce, Yozawa.” I’m sorry.
My brother was stunned and then he smiled, and said, “Yes, after all, your mother is still in the hospital, and she spends tens of thousands of dialysis per day, and you can’t afford it.” I’m sorry.
I’ve been remembering for a long time the desperate and silent look on my brother’s face without all the expression.
Two years ago, when her mother was hospitalized with cancer, they said that she was divorced again, and my brother mocked that she had a chance.
She had no debts and did not have to cover her mother ‘ s hospital expenses, at which point she was free to divorce.
The same sentence, when she went through so many things, the pureness of her body had disappeared completely, and in our house she was as careful as the children of the poor who were staying with their relatives.
She can tell that she’s sad, but she’s still smiling at my brother, and she says, “I’ll never divorce you, Yangzawa, and I’ll never end what I owe you.” I’m sorry.
That made my brother look different, and I don’t know if it’s true what Kong used to do to my brother.
My brother was never angry with her for money, and he was just wondering how much of the truth she showed was true.
But my brother was so proud that he would never bow down and beg for an answer that he could not ask.
For even if Koon Chong had said the answer he wanted to hear, he would have wondered how much of it was in return for lying.
My brother’s character has always been that way.
When I was a kid, my dad was out of town because of the ores, and my mom was worried that my dad was around when he was out on the street, and we had a nanny at home.
When my brother was nine years old, the nanny beats me and my brother all the time, buys expensive food and never eats us, and strangles me and my brother with invisible soft meat, pain and no trace.
Then my brother pulled me, at first, and then when I couldn’t walk, he carried me back to a mine a dozen kilometres away.
I went to bed on his shoulder and his soles broke.
In the eyes of my mother’s heart and tears, she said, “It’s a little tired to walk, where can I sleep?” I’m sorry.
If he doesn’t say what he’s thinking, no one will ever know.
To this day, the one who said to my brother that he would never mention a divorce, said, “Yangzawa, do you want a divorce?” I’m sorry.
I heard my brother say, “You want a divorce? I’m sorry.
“I don’t want my presence to prevent you from being with someone you like. I’m sorry.
“Then divorce. I’m sorry.
And then they get a peaceful divorce in the wind and in the afternoon.
7
I gave her a gift when she moved out of the house.
Finally, under her apartment, when she and I thanked her for carrying her luggage, I couldn’t bear to stop her.
We asked her, “Why did you marry my brother?” I’m sorry.
Turning back, she smiled, and said:
“You must not believe that I saw him in the girls’ dorm, and he was downstairs waiting for someone. I was naked on the balcony rail, and a girl in the next dorm was standing on the balcony calling your brother’s name, and then he looked up and laughed. I’m sorry.
This smile followed the dream of the first young woman of the first love of the spring wind, without reason, until she met her by marriage.
In the end, she cried before she left and looked at me and apologized, or she said something.
“Yumwe, if I say, if I say, my father’s debt is only a few days before you know it, believe me.” I’m sorry.
I looked at her a little, and I looked at her, and said to Song Yangzawa, I’m sorry.
She sucked her nose, she laughed, and she turned away.
This is the last time I saw her.
On her return, Song Yangtze was at home, like she was waiting for me. She played a game of her own while she was alone in this silent house.
Song Yangsawa doesn’t really know these things, so he’s just holding a warm piece of chess in the palm of his hand, with his eyes focused on what he thinks through it, and he whispers, “She’s settled.” I’m sorry.
And We stopped at the gate, and We did not know why weary, and We said to him, “Why did you take Suman to force her to leave if you were pleased with her?” I’m sorry.
He hasn’t spoken, I guess he’s been a little upset. She’s been too quiet and too low for years and he wants to set her free.
I deeply regret that such matters can only be understood by himself.
No one can interfere.
Three months later, I asked about her, and she inherited the genes from her matrilineal family, most of her mother’s veins died of cancer, and she was as young as she could have escaped.
She appeared to have known about her condition and donated her body to her mentor ‘ s laboratory for a virus experiment.
She was burned to ashes when I swung to hear it.
Somehow I suddenly remembered my brother.
My brother didn’t let my dad take the money, and he sold his project, which was about to end, to someone else to pay for it.
Later, the night of the fight between him and Confucius, he was taken to the hospital on an emergency basis for stomach bleeding.
In the distraught ward, he was determined to look at a place between half a day and a half a day, and then pulled my sleeve with all his energy before he went into a coma.
When I bowed, he pointed to the feet of his fingertips and then fell down into a coma.
I looked back, and the holes were probably followed directly by panic, wearing pyjamas, bare feet, shoes that I couldn’t get, lost like a lost baby cat, standing still outside the crowd.
That’s what he was worried about until he was in a coma — the hole in his shoe.
I guess I’ll never let him know the end of the hole unless he finds out.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
