What kind of experience do you feel like being sick?

I’m the big brother. Every night he kneels in front of me and washes my feet.

Then, this evening, he put my foot in boiling water, and then drew forth his face to see my reaction, as if it were a prey.

“What’s wrong, brother? I pretended to look at him without feeling.

When his legs didn’t react, he finally had a familiar smile on his face, holding my feet up and blowing.

“The legs I wanted to read too much to get better. I guess I was wrong. I’m sorry.

Yeah, on his day-to-day meds, my leg shouldn’t react.

My brother had a hot pot of water, he kneeled in front of me and took off my shoes and socks.

And his fingers were long and he had thick cocoon in his bellies, which were left behind from years of hard work.

When my fingertips crossed the bottom, my toes shrunk.

He suddenly stopped.

I’ve been paralysed since I was a kid, and this should not have happened.

My brother raised his head slowly, and the moon shined on his face, white and secret.

“Adam, are your legs ready? I’m sorry.

His tone is still soft, but he does not see emotions on his face.

“No, what’s wrong, brother? I’m sorry.

I blinked as if I hadn’t noticed the toes at all.

My brother stopped talking and just looked at my face.

All of a sudden, his hands sank under the ground and brought my feet into the water.

The water just came out of the warmer bottle and it was hot.

My feet burned red fast.

“O brother, why are you acting strange?” I shrunk my neck and looked at him with fear.

He is still silent, looking with his eyes and looking like an animal with its prey.

“I’m sorry, I’m too tired in the day to forget about cold water. I’m sorry.

He finally had a familiar smile on his face, and he was so busy holding my feet and blowing his breath.

“It’s probably too much to hope your legs will get better. I’m sorry.

My brother’s head was down again, soft lips were down on my back, soft beads were on top, huming in his mouth:

“It hurts, it hurts, it goes away…”

It’s a game he and I started with when I was a kid, and he made me laugh.

After washing his feet, he picked me up from the wheelchair and put me on the bed.

Get me some pajamas.

I’ve grown up, started to feel ashamed and turned my head.

“Big brother, I want to learn to dress myself. “I said it in red.

His hands were put in place, and he smiled, and he said, “Let’s grow up when we have a little. I’m sorry.

His fingers are like a hot temperature with electricity, and he’s strangling my skin and itching.

And when he had changed his clothes, he brought a glass of water and dozens of flowers and green tablets.

“Imam, take your medicine. I’m sorry.

“I’ll eat for myself later. “I’ve had a bitter face, ever since I was a kid, and the most painful thing is to take these pills every day.

But my brother’s face is inexorable, and while he does everything in my power on the day to come, it doesn’t matter what I do with medicine.

I took a pill in my face, and my brother’s hand fell on my leg, and started to move slowly and massage.

I tried to contain the tremors of my legs.

“Brother, I’m sleepy. “I put in my last sip, I pretended to be choked, and covered my body with tremors.

He caressed my back, let me lie down and make my horn.

“Good night. I’m sorry.

“Good night brother. I’m sorry.

He leans, falls down and kisses good night, turns off the light and walks out of his room.

I heard my brother’s footsteps walk into his room, the door was closed.

The night was dark, the house was quiet, and I kept my eyes open in the dark, and I kept counting in my heart until 1,000, and I finally got up and touched my burned feet.

A stinging of the heart.

I sat up, gently pulled out the drawer of the nightstand, pulled a plastic bag out of it, and the sound of the tumbling was so clear at night that my eyes were staring out the door.

I threw my body out of the bed, opened a plastic bag, reached out a finger and stabbed it to the throat, and immediately followed by a violent vomit.

I suppressed my throat, tried not to make a sound and finally threw up everything in my stomach.

And fasten the bag, and put it back in the drawer, and We took a thin book from under the mattress, and opened it.

The first page contains only one line of scrawl.

Don’t take your medicine!

This book was accidentally turned over a week ago. It’s scribbled. I can’t tell whose.

I have no idea who this book is for.

But somehow, from that day on, every night after taking my medication, I felt uncomfortable and I finally started vomiting at night.

And then I began to feel it.

I didn’t tell my brother.

Because he bought those pills, he said I could get better if I took them.

Paralytic, asthma, diabetes, scarred body, heart disorder, etc.

I rinse my mouth, slowly rise from my bed and stand barefoot on the ground.

I’ve been able to stand up and walk a little shiver, but that’s enough to turn me on.

I walk out of the room with the wall, walking around a small living room, feeling the roughness of the ground, enjoying my own joy in the silent night.

When I walked to the window, a cat screamed outside.

I opened the window, and a yellow orange cat crouched around and looked at me.

“Mimi.” I’m sorry.

I reached out with a finger, and he reached out with his tongue and licked it gently.

It has a delicate penthouse in its tongue, much rougher than that of its brother, but it does not feel like an electric current.

“Are you hungry? “I’ll get you something good, wait for me! I’m sorry.

I turned to the kitchen, and the more my legs and feet were used, I didn’t even have to hold the wall.

When I passed the door of my brother’s house, I hung up and listened to the noise inside.

Silence.

I walked into the kitchen and found some meat in the leftovers on the counter and put it in my hand.

That orange cat was smart. He followed it outside, went out the kitchen window, looked at me.

“Mimi, eat meat. I’m sorry.

I went to the window, stretched out my hand and put the meat in my hand.

The orange cat sniffed, opened his mouth, and he shuddered.

Its whole body was bowed, it was full of hair, its pupils turned into a vertical line, and it was staring behind me with its head.

In the dark, a warm breath came from behind my neck.

The mackerel’s desolate “meow” went off and fled into the dark.

I’m trying to come back, and the sound of a twirl is ringing.

There was an intense pain on my knee, and I fell straight to the ground, and my head fell on the window.

At the last glance before the coma, I saw only a long, white hand with a blooded black hammer.

Wake up again, it’s light.

My brother sat by the bed and looked at me with concern.

“Ai, how are you? I’m sorry.

I looked at the pain of stinging my right knee and had a thick gauze.

The bedroom looks like it’s been turned over.

I was breathing and I looked down in the nightstand drawer.

The bag with my vomit is gone.

“It seems that the thief who entered the house last night fell from the living room window, and I heard something in the kitchen, and I came out and saw someone holding you and running out. “I’m going to go to town and call the police. I’m sorry.

I shook my head and tried so hard to find traces of lying from his face.

But unfortunately, I can’t find anything else than fear and concern.

“I gotta get to work. My brother touched my head, “You wait for me at home, don’t open the door to strangers, okay? I’m sorry.

I nod my head and my brother went back and forth.

The sound of a door lock coming from the outside was followed by a commotion in the pigs’ ring, which was the sound of the brother feeding the pigs before he left.

I flipped the bed. Good thing the book’s still there.

On the second page, there is a line.

Is he really feeding pigs in a pig’s ring? _Other Organiser

I suddenly realized that brother never lets me near the pigsty.

He said it was dirty. I was weak and vulnerable.

But I was always awakened by the noises in the pigs’ rings, and even by the sound of chains.

What’s in the pigsty?

I was locked in my house all morning, and I tried to get out of the window, but my knees were sore that I couldn’t lift my legs.

Good thing the orange cat’s back. I opened the window and let it in and played with him all morning.

I haven’t had any friends since I was a kid, and I’ve never been to school, much less friends, because I’ve had little resistance and I’ve been allergic to a little dust.

The arrival of the Orange Cat really made my lonely life a lot of fun.

I don’t even know when my brother will be back.

“That thing’s dirty. I’m sorry.

My brother stood in front of the door, staring at the cat on my leg.

I was shocked and turned my head and watched my brother come to me and reach out.

The orange cat bowed again, and he was angry at him.

“Big brother, I’ve been playing with him all morning! “I’m trying to calm the orange cat and explain to my brother, ‘It’s a good one! I’m sorry.

My brother turned back and looked at the orange cat for a long time and asked me:

“You like it? I’m sorry.

I nod my head.

My brother said, “Well,” and turned to the kitchen.

I don’t know if I was wrong, but his eyes seemed to be a little disappointed.

How could you be so angry with an orange cat? I laughed at myself.

All day with the orange cat, at night, brother put water in the bucket and took me to the bath.

Orange Cat followed me like a family, but for no reason, it always looked hostile to my brother.

I haven’t felt bad since I was a kid.

But the orange cat sits aside and looks at us in his head, and his eyes are so big that he’s a little surprised.

Brother’s hand stopped.

“Look at what?”

He poured hot water at the orange cat, threw it out and closed the door.

The orange cat started scratching the door outside.

“No, I lost the cat, okay? My brother wets my hair with hot water.

“Why?” I asked.

‘Cause it’s enough to have the two of us. I’m sorry.

“But when my brother works, I’m bored at home, and I’m happy with my tits. I’m sorry.

My brother’s hand was soft, and I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the barrel, and it was a bit awkward.

“Do you want a friend?” brother asks.

I’m whispering.

“Do you want daddy? I’m sorry.

“What do you mean…” I’m not feeling well.

“Why don’t you call me my father? “My brother’s mouth is in my ear, and his mouth is hotter than his water.

My heart poundes up.

In a long silence, my brother suddenly smiled: “Just kidding. I’m sorry.

The whole bathing process that followed was just over in silence.

After the bath, my brother dressed me and held me to bed.

He fed me hot water and pills, kissed me and got up and left.

“Brother, can you close the door for a second? * When he came to the door, I said *

“Are you afraid to sleep alone? “Do you mind if I sleep with you?” I’m sorry.

“If one sleeps afraid, I can sleep half alone, so the fear is brother. I’m sorry.

I made a joke and my brother laughed.

“It’s okay. I’ll just have my tits with me. I’m sorry.

Orange cat jumped on my bed and held me in my arms.

The light of my brother’s eyes went down, and the light turned off, and his face dwindled into a shadow.

“Good night. I’m sorry.

Good night, brother.

He still didn’t close the door and walked back to his room.

I was going to count to 1,000 again and get up and vomit.

But I don’t know why, tonight it’s as if I’m in a strange coma, and on the count of over 200 I fell asleep.

And in the middle of the night, I was lost and I felt a wet tongue and licked my feet.

I shrunk my feet inside and whispered, “Mimi, don’t play.” I’m sorry.

Meow.

The voice of the orange cat came from the living room.

I woke up all of a sudden, and the midnight air-cracking silk was flowing all over my body with sticky saliva on my toes.

What the hell is licking my feet?

There’s silence in the dark. I don’t know where that thing is.

Fear moves like countless cold hands around me, my limbs are stiff and ghost-pressed beds are not usually able to move.

That thing started to sound like a hyena and slowly crawled into the covers.

Cold, smooth, crawling on my body like a snake, leaning in my ear, whispering:

“I can also be a cat with a small head…”

At that moment, my body finally recovered its initiative, and one turned up and pressed the switch to the bedside.

Lights were lit and there was no room.

I’ll lift the covers. There’s nothing in it.

Is it a nightmare?

I was snorting, and I took up the glass, and my hands were shaking, and the cup fell on the floor, and my bones rolled under the bed.

“Mimi…” I cried with a cry.

Orange Cat doesn’t know where he is.

I wanted to go out to the living room, but just as my toes had just touched the ground, there was a strange noise at the bottom of the bed.

Cupbones roll out.

I shrunk my feet and wrapped myself in a blanket.

That thing’s under the bed!

Meow. I’m sorry.

There’s an orange cat under the bed.

The cold sweat spread all over the body in a moment, and I fell softly and took a long breath.

“Mimi, you scared me! I’m sorry.

I’ll look out the top half of the bed and look at it while I look down at the bottom of the bed.

Barely against my brother’s face.

His face was thickly yellow, and his eyes were very round and the pupils were a green line.

Meow.

He opened his mouth and made the sound of a creepy cat.

I woke up from the pillow.

The room is still dark and silent.

I turned on the light, and the orange cat in my arms went somewhere.

I knocked on the bedboard and there was nothing under it.

I finally had the courage to look under the bed.

It was just a nightmare.

“Mimi”?

I whispered, but I didn’t respond.

The window was dark. I was worried. I found a flashlight and went to the window.

“Mimi”?

I shined the light out the window…

– Right in front of my brother’s face, he’s got his face on the glass and his eyes are staring at me.

“Are you looking for it?”

He raised his hand, and the orange cat’s body was stained with blood, and he fell softly.

“Imam, it seems to have run into a pig’s collar and been trampled by a pig…”

And We sat on the couch, weeping as it rained, and his brother whispered comfort.

“I heard the pig’s ring, and when I saw it, I couldn’t.” I’m sorry.

I cried so hard that the whole man was in a state of convulsion, and my brother appeared in panic.

I’ll buy you a cat. I’m sorry.

I shook my head.

It’s my first friend, but it’s just like Mom and Dad, and if you get involved with me, you’re doomed to death.

Brother, don’t die, okay? “I look up in tears and I think of the only family in the world who left me, “I don’t want to be alone…”

“I’ll never leave Siam, brother. I’m sorry.

My brother put me in his arms, and his arms were warm and soft.

At this moment, I think of him as the only person in the world who loves me.

I don’t know when I fell asleep and when I woke up, my brother was at work.

A note was left on the nightstand saying that chicken soup was cooked and warmed on the stove.

I cried all night, I was hungry, I had soup, I had a taste.

There’s no chicken soup, it’s a little weird, I’m sure it’s never tasted before.

You got a piece of meat, and it’s tight because you’ve been cooking for too long?

I’ve been fishing in the pot, and I’ve got a little bit of a chicken neck.

But it seems to be a little too thin compared to chicken necks.

And from top to bottom, it’s more like a…

The tail?

I was so sick that I started vomiting with my bow and spitting in my mouth.

I put a casserole over my head and never looked at it again and ran into the toilet with my mouth.

It’s impossible. I must be thinking too much.

I threw up empty in my stomach and went back to my room in a coma, lying in bed.

At that moment, I thought of last night, when my brother put it by the window with the orange cat body in his hand.

A pecker of goosebumps crawled all over me.

– Brother seemed to see me walking out of bed last night.

But he never mentioned it again.

Did he already know about my leg?

I can’t help but think about the other night in the kitchen.

I was lying in bed all morning thinking about it, just thinking my whole head was gonna explode.

I was already weak and threw up again, and when it was almost noon, my stomach was starving.

I stopped thinking about it, went back to the wheelchair, pushed the window, and happened to see the daughter of the housekeeper in the village.

Sister Lin! I’m sorry.

I shouted at her, and when she heard it, she slowly rolled out to my window.

“What’s up? She’s wearing heavy makeup and looking at my house, “Is your brother home?” I’m sorry.

“He went to work. Can you bring me the noodles? I’m sorry.

Lin listens, and he looks down on me, and he looks at my wheelchair, and he says:

“How many two?”

“One or two.

“Twelve, and five for running. I’m sorry.

It’s obviously expensive, but I’m embarrassed to say it, but I have to nod.

It was about half an hour before she came back with the bowl and handed it to me.

“When will your brother be back?” I’m sorry.

There are not many noodles in the bowl, and the vegetables are not visible, let alone meat, but I dare not say anything, and I will eat.

“I don’t know, maybe soon. I’m sorry.

“How old is your brother?”

My brother is tall and tall, and in this remote village, she’s excellent, and many of the girls who don’t marry like Lin are thinking of him.

It’s just that my brother is silent and is basically at home with them.

I’m dealing with Lin’s complaints, eating noodles and eating soup with soup in minutes.

The forest covered the bottom of a bowl of clean eyes and laughed:

“A cripple can eat. I see your brother’s skin. If it hadn’t been for you, you’d be home. I’m sorry.

It hurts a little, I look down and my eyes get hot, but she makes a real point, and I can’t refute it.

I returned the bowl to her, took 17 bucks out of the drawer and handed it to her in silence.

Lin has counted the money so carefully, I’m not answering my questions, I’ve left my mouth open, I’ve kept my tone:

“This money, isn’t it?”

“One, two, twelve. Five dollars for the road.

“You asked me to take two! She pulled up her voice and interrupted me.

“I am clearly…”

“You’re a little cripple, you want to eat Qin? She obviously didn’t want to give me a chance to talk, but she said it out loud.

“If you’re a cripple, you’ll pay one or two of them. I’m sorry.

“No way! I’m sorry.

And I was not afraid to say a word, even though I knew in my heart that she was looking at me weak, but was prepared to go to get the money.

But as I looked up, I saw my brother behind her.

My brother was carrying a bag, but his face was dipped.

It’s like the face that was put on the glass last night.

The forest wrinkled, and turned back to my eyes, and saw my brother.

The look on his face changed suddenly, softly and in a good way.

Kobayashi, can I help you?

“Oh, brother Kang, nothing’s wrong. “The kid is a little girl, and I’m here to make sense. I’m sorry.

“Golden and cheap? It’s not like that. “The brother is not in a hurry, he is not upset, he is still laughing at me.

I’m telling you, these kids are thinking, you don’t know.

“Why don’t we have a cup of tea at my place and we’ll talk about it? My brother picked up the bowl in Lin’s hand, and his fingertips seemed to have slipped over her hand.

Lin’s busy.

“It’s nice to have a nice family, and you’re a man with a sister. I’m sorry.

When Lin entered the house, he looked around like a master and passed through the kitchen and saw vomit marks on the ground.

“Why can’t I save your brother’s snacks? I’m sorry.

“He has raised you all by himself, and you have ruined this house.” I’m sorry.

After that, she took the mop and cleaned the kitchen.

“Chang, I think there’s something missing in your family. I’m sorry.

My brother brought tea and put it on the table, and he was still laughing at it: “The main thing is that he didn’t touch it right. I’m sorry.

As soon as Lin listens to this, he comes to the spirit, drops the mop, twists his waist around his brother and starts talking.

“Big brother, if you want to find a wife, you have to find someone who can take care of your family, be kind, like me… and have a little thought… and be ill at home or not well at home.

“Lynn, tell me what just happened. “Big brother gave her a cup of tea and interrupted her.

“Oh, that’s not a big deal. “The forest is choked, its hands set, and it’s a big, generous look.

“That’s the little one, who ate two or two faces and only gave one or two. I’m sorry.

“It’s not much, I don’t care if it’s the kid. I’m sorry.

She talked to herself without noticeing that the smile on her brother ‘ s face was getting darker.

“How many do you eat?” Brother asked me.

I suddenly felt a little restless and felt like I was making a big mistake and whispered, “One or two…”

“Look! Look! What’s she doing? “Lin Lin saw my head down and I couldn’t talk.

I don’t want my brother to worry about this.

“Forget it, I don’t need it. “Limbow is swinging.

“How can we just forget it? “My brother raised his head and smiled on his face, and his eyes turned to a beautiful moon teeth.

Looks a little red on the forest face.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, she’s young, I don’t care about her…”

“How can I forget about bullying Meen?” “Big brother stood up and came close to Lin.

Lin Zhui realized what he meant and the face changed.

“What? What are you gonna do to protect the calf if you don’t learn to eat? I’m sorry.

“This has to be clear. The blogger adds:

“How do you know? “If you’re gonna cut her belly open and see how many sides are in it?” I’m sorry.

And when my brother stood in my presence, my heart was hot, my tears fell down, and my head cried out to her, “Then row!” I’m sorry.

But he didn’t answer, he just looked at the forest and asked:

“If there’s only one or two sides, why don’t you go to hell? I’m sorry.

Lynchton had a little bit of a downside.

But she’s used to it, but she won’t give up.

“Well, what if there are two sides? I’m sorry.

“That…”

The brother only said one word, and his right hand was out of his pocket, with a cold light through the neck of the forest.

“Then you have to die.” I’m sorry.

A hot blood surge splattered in my face.

A few steps back were taken by the lumber, and he fell on the ground like a balloon, covered in blood from the neck, making a vague sound.

“If your sister does something wrong, of course you need my brother to bury it. I’m sorry.

His brother remained down and watched his lips closed but made no sound.

Like a fish that fell on shore near death.

Her eyes were staring like they were about to pop out, staring at her brother’s face first, slowly moving down and staring at me.

My brother reached out his index finger and thumb, grabbed the eyeball, gently pulled out.

I’ve heard a noise like a hot water bottle cap in the summer.

My brother grabbed the eye and walked in front of me.

Don’t let him see you open your stomach. I’m sorry.

“Let’s dig his eyes and swallow them. I’m sorry.

“Let him see for himself. I’m sorry.

The blood stinks on my face and my chest starts to rise and fall.

And look at the eye which drew near to my mouth, and turned round and I fainted.

When I wake up again, it’s dark again.

My brother sat by the bed and his fingers were softly touched in my face.

“Big brother, you…”

I think of everything during the day, and I look in horror to the living room.

Many things were missing there, and the ground water was stained and apparently cleaned up.

“Don’t think about it. I’m sorry.

My brother’s fingers are a little rough, but the touch on his face is so soft that it calms me.

“No matter what happens, brother will protect you. I’m sorry.

After that, he had a happy look in his eyes, a smile in his mouth, and a hint in my arms.

I realized that I was soft in the arms.

It’s that orange cat.

“How is it…”

I’m surprised to call out and stretch my hand on it.

The orange cat remained still, and his body dipped.

“Slower. Oh. I’m sorry.

My brother took the orange cat out of my arms and put it on the bedside.

It’s lost its beauty in its eyes and still hasn’t moved.

A faint stench began to spread in the room.

Mimi became a specimen.

“Look, it’s not much cuter now. I’m sorry.

My brother smiled and touched the hair of the orange cat.

“The dead thing is best, it doesn’t talk, it doesn’t ask, it doesn’t leave you. I’m sorry.

My brother’s eyes were filled with tenderness when he first saw the orange cat.

“It’ll be with us forever, Nim. I’m sorry.

It’s hot in my brother’s voice.

I didn’t have reason to feel cool.

Brother went back to his room.

The night was heavy and the orange cat on the bed looked at me quietly.

My brother didn’t make me take any more pills tonight. He seems to have changed.

I found that he looked at me the same way he looked at the orange cat.

Will he turn me into a specimen?

Stay with him forever…

The fear of this idea keeps me awake.

I thought of that in the book.

[He’s in a pigsty. Is the feed really pigs? _Other Organiser

The unknown fear prevented me from pretending to be calm again, and I turned up, picked up the flashlight and quietly opened the window.

The knee hurts less. I climbed out the window and the cold at night caused me a cold war.

I didn’t automatically look into the window of my brother’s room and it was dark.

But I can’t imagine behind the window, and my brother’s face is looking at me with the glass.

I took a deep breath and threw fear behind my back and walked towards the pig’s ring.

Just pushed the pig’s collar door, an indescribable stench came to my face, and I started to get sick.

The pig herd was in a commotion that I caused, and the noise was as if there were countless people hidden in it.

I covered my nose with my cuffs and I walked in with my stomach.

The light of the flashlight became the presence of my only trust in the dark, and I slowly walked in the ground.

The pigs were separated by a fence, leaving only a narrow passage in the middle.

As I get deeper, the pigs somehow seem to get restless and start reaching out their noses and sniffing at my clothes.

At the end of the day, even the pigs started to open their mouths, bit me hard, tore my clothes.

They’re not like pigs, they’re more like animals.

I soon discovered the reasons for their anomaly.

The light on the flashlight fell on the sink.

A broken hand has been chewed off, with a simian bone in the face, and a smudge of feed has been gnawed by the pig’s mouth from time to time.

Backwards, thighs, torso, once in my sights.

The last one is the head of Lin, which can hardly be identified.

The stench of pigs stinks of blood, making me sick almost want to run away.

But I saw a side of the wall.

It was isolated by a fence, with no pig area.

On the ground, a Quadripartite plank was locked with a large embroidery lock.

But that lock is nothing.

Because the plank was corrupted by worms, as if it had been in existence for many years, with one small step on its feet, it was broken into slag.

As the planks were broken, I heard an iron chain coming down there, if not.

What’s locked down there?

The entrance to the cellar of a black hole is like a mouth of prey.

But I have a voice in my heart that tells me to go down there.

Eleven.

I walked down a step.

The air in the cellar is cloudy and damp and smells worse than in the pigs’ collar.

The earth is covered with a scrawny layer of mud, and every step of the way, it’s like a scud sound.

My foot suddenly got to something hard and my bones rolled out of nowhere.

The light of the flashlight is a almost corrupt skull.

When my brain dizzles, thin air mixes with fear, I almost fall.

But I held on to the wall and made myself as conscious as possible.

This pigsty is more than a man’s body.

“Whoa!”

There’s another small chain.

I turned the light on over there.

The shadows are in the corner, dead or alive.

“Hello…”

I softly sounded, it didn’t move.

I really don’t have the courage to look at that thing.

As I was about to turn and flee, I saw the dark red text on the wall.

Climb on the wall like a blood snake.

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 2005 12 11 …

There are six small words behind each number.

It was someone who recorded the date with blood.

Is that the one with the chain?

And it is as if it were hidden in the midst of a long, frightening set of numbers.

I don’t automatically follow the numbers forward.

Numbers continue until 1998.

This time, I’m familiar with it.

The number is set at 10.

October 1998.

That’s when Dad disappeared.

But behind the 10, there was a line of fine words, and I leaned on my body, and I looked closer.

I got you.

The chain rings.

I looked at the figures on the wall, but somehow I was lured to the corner.

That thing was right under my feet.

I didn’t have time to react, and the whole man was in his arms with that thing.

The face of a mouth in which the salivating saliva is running close to my eyes.

It opened its mouth, its teeth were removed in large part, its black teeth were exposed, and half its twisted tongue moved in there.

It stinks.

I close my eyes and wait for it to bite on my face.

But I only heard a murmur.

Open your eyes, that mouth just closes to me and keeps repeating a few simple mouths.

It took me a long time to figure out what he wanted to say.

He, in, you, behind

A breeze came from behind me and hit my head.

And he took me in his arms, and turned his back in his arms.

His head was squeaked and he fell.

Show your brother with the hammer behind you.

The face, full of dirt, fell into the mud, and showed a familiar smile.

It’s Dad.

“Why can’t I be good? I’m sorry.

My brother looked with his eyes and covered his face with a few drops of red blood and a sense of disappointment.

“Why did you do this to Dad?” I snuggled in the corner and cried.

My brother groaned and walked in front of me, crawled down, reached out a hand and touched my face.

“Forgot? Because he’s not good at reading. I’m sorry.

That’s when I suddenly turned off the flashlight.

The cellar returns to darkness.

I scratched a leg and hit my brother in the head.

There came a moaning of pain in the darkness, and I rose up and ran to the steps and ran out of the cellar.

I don’t know if my brother came after me, but he ran out to the pigs.

It’s dawn, and there’s a light in the sky.

Maybe just for a minute, my legs are as heavy as lead.

My strength is too bad to escape my brother’s pursuit.

I ran into a door and knocked.

The man who opened the door, who I saw in the village, was a farmer whose wife had died for years.

Help me!

The warm lights inside gave me a little sense of security and I cried out to him for help.

Uncle Zhang was unclear, but after seeing my filthy body, he let me in.

“Don’t tell my brother I’m here! I cried at him, “Call the police! I’m sorry.

Uncle Zhang was still blind, and he took a few steps towards me, wondering if he was talking like a child.

“Shall I get you something to wear? I’m sorry.

Uncle Zhang looked at my messy clothes and showed a big white skin and was worried.

Before I could say anything, I heard the door being knocked down twice.

“Uncle Cheung, did my kid come to you? I’m sorry.

It’s brother’s voice.

His voice is clear and polite, and listening alone is a source of great affection and trust.

“I’m angry with Nim and I ran away from home in the middle of the night, and I didn’t take any medicine.

I saw Uncle Chang’s face.

Drowning in despair.

I watched Uncle Zhang go to the door, and I don’t care about him anymore.

Behind you is Uncle Cheung’s voice.

I picked up a chair, hit the window hard and then climbed up the window table.

As soon as I jumped out, I saw the phone on the table.

I hesitated.

There was a conversation between Uncle Chang and his brother outside.

Then there was a sound of silence, and the body fell down, and sought forgiveness.

And then a few more noises and nothing.

Brother’s footsteps went into the bedroom.

“Ai Niu. I’m sorry.

He whispered my name.

I’m hiding in an old wooden box, holding a cell phone that’s been dialed 110, and I can’t breathe.

My brother’s footsteps came to the window, stepped on the broken glass and made the sound of “smoking.”

“Where’s Nim? I’m sorry.

My brother whispered familiar songs, which he used to sing when he was a child.

I heard him climbing up the window.

The room quickly returned to silence.

I’ve already turned off my voice, but that one’s still on the phone.

I still can’t make a sound, counting in my heart.

On the count of 1,000, I finally reached out with my hand and slowly pushed the lid of the wooden box out of a little stitch.

A blood-stained eye was attached to the suture and the eye was slowly moving down.

Look at me.

“It was hidden here?” brother says.

I screamed, and the lid fell back.

Then I heard the carton locked.

“It’s true that Siu Niu is still his favorite game with his brother. I’m sorry.

“It’s a shame that you’re always found by your brother. I’m sorry.

My brother grunted the song, followed by the towing of the wooden boxes.

The cell phone flashed, the power ran out and it went out.

I struggled so hard in the box.

Brother hums happily outside the box.

The wooden box was pushed into the car and twirled along the way home.

I heard the sound of the lighter, followed by the sound of the flame and the sound of the wood cracking.

Brother seems to have set fire to our house.

The car moved around again, and soon I heard the screams of twilight, and the lake hit the shore.

The wooden boxes were lifted up and left and left and right.

The oars slid the water, the sound of the water, the fog of the early morning lake went through the box in the cracks, and quickly wet my clothes, the cooler.

The boat stopped and brother opened the hood and took me out.

Fish belly whites have surfaced in the sky, and the red of the day begins to spread.

“Do you know how much I love you? I’m sorry.

I couldn’t breathe.

“To eat…”

“To destroy…”

“I want to be completely and completely monopolized…”

Every word he says, he increases his grip on me.

“To hide you in a cellar that no one knows, I’m the only one who can touch and enjoy.”

“and want to put you in Amber, put you on your chest and shake the market so that the world knows that you are mine…”

My brother’s tears fell on my neck, and the hot temperature burned a hole in me.

“But I can’t…”

My brother suddenly let go.

“I’m sorry, Nim… I’m sorry…”

At this time, my brother, without the smugness of his previous days, fell on my shoulder and cried like a helpless child.

“What am I going to do?

I gently hit my brother’s back and my tears fell:

“No, I won’t leave my brother, I will stay with my brother forever…”

His brother raised his head and in his eyes the flame of hope was rekindled.

“So we’ll always be together. I’m sorry.

My brother has a familiar smile on his face.

Then put gas on my head.

I watched him pour the rest on myself and pull out a lighter.

“Imam, stay with my brother forever…”

I held his hand, gently noded his head.

As soon as his lighter fell, he turned and jumped into the water.

The last sight of the light is the luminous cloud of the sky.

And a brother burning like a summer flower.

“Sorry, brother…”

In the line between fire and cold and cold,

I slowly sank to the bottom of the dark lake.

Officer Chow listened to my confession and kept quiet for a long time.

“Big brother he…”

I was lying on a sick bed, asking half a question and seeing Officer Zhou’s look, I knew the answer.

“Kang-hong, let’s get to the point of questioning today. I’m sorry.

Officer Chow stands up and closes the file: “You take care of your illness, and then I’ll ask you again. I’m sorry.

I lightened my head and my tears fell again.

Officer Zhou went to the door, where he was walking, and then turned back to the bed, looking at the gauze on my arm and the pale face.

When it jumped into the water that day, the flames swept over my arm, causing extensive burns.

My poor physical resistance, my drowning cold, my infection and all kinds of complications cost me almost half my life and saved three days, almost all of which was a miracle.

“King”

“If you can, call me Siam. I said, “You know, I’ve been calling me that since I was a kid, and I’m not used to it. I’m sorry.

Officer Chow was silent.

“Well, Nim, if there’s anything you can do after you, you can call me. I’m sorry.

His tenderness appeared in his eyes and wrote down the number on the bedside.

“After all, you’re alone now, and I, as the person in charge of your case, should also be in charge of your care. I’m sorry.

After he had said it, he had a little tweak on his face, noded at me and turned around and left.

After about a week, I’ve been transferred from a serious ward to a normal ward, but I’m still weak and I’ve been in pain from head to foot.

The attending doctor also knew about me, and when he looked at me with some pity, and when I was silent, he assigned me a single room.

A few nurse sisters took care of me, and they always brought me a lot of snacks and fruit until the police officer walked into the ward and left.

“Closed. He dropped the basket and said to me, “Do you want to know about the case? I’m sorry.

This five-year-old man has softened his voice at this moment and does not seem to want me to recall that nightmare.

I shook my head.

He said, “Hmm,” pulled a file out of his pocket and handed it to me.

“This is a psychiatric assessment of your brother. He’s sitting by the bed, he’s soft, he says, “You don’t have to be involved in the process, just take care of the illness. I’m sorry.

I looked at the picture of my brother on the paper, and there were several big words in the column next to the mental illness.

[Agent Monjoson Syndrome]

“Agent Monjoson syndrome is probably a pathological care of the person in care. I’m sorry.

“it is usually the parents who treat the child to the child, who deliberately assume that the child suffers from a disease or even causes the child to become sick or disabled. I’m sorry.

“In this way, it acquires absolute control and creates a sense of spiritual pleasure in the care of the child. I’m sorry.

“The situation before you… should have been made of ginger white. I’m sorry.

I didn’t say anything, and my tears fell.

“No, no, no, no.

He comforted me clumsyly.

I held my finger, shivering and trying to hide my emotions.

I folded the psychiatric report form to cover the first three words of Agent Monjoson’s syndrome.

Monjoson’s Syndrome

Patients like to pretend to be sick or injured, in order to gain the attention and sympathy of others and even control others.

They’ll be happy when they’re drugged, injected and even operated.

Patients are mostly children.

17 The truth

I haven’t had a mother since I was born. My brother picked me back from the snow.

Dad’s drunk, with our only communication, the language is a belt.

I was raised by a gentle brother.

I will not feel bad because I have a brother and the world loves my brother most.

But I don’t understand why Dad did that to him, but he still took care of the drunk dad.

Dad stole my brother’s love.

So, when my brother went out to work, I ran into Dad’s room.

And We took off his pants, and We strangled him with many bruises, lying on the corner of the bed, weeping and waiting for his brother to return.

After that night, I asked my brother where Dad went.

My brother said he’d never come back, and he’d never be bullied again.

I know, my brother has been alone ever since.

But that’s not enough, and my brother spends too little time at home.

So I started to get fevers, colds, allergies, breathing difficulties.

Every time I saw my brother rushing in my arms and running in the snow of winter, I felt like the happiest man in the world.

But soon, I found someone else trying to steal my brother’s love.

It’s a woman in a white dress who comes home one summer with his brother’s hand and says hello.

I laughed at her sweetly too.

But I’m sick of trying to spit in her face.

She didn’t come home that night and lived in his brother’s room.

Why would she take my brother?

I put on my night dress and pushed the wheelchair into my brother’s room.

His brother crawled from her body in a state of panic, covered her body with a blanket, and her face looked so funny.

I said, brother, can I sleep alone with you?

I slept between them that night, holding my brother’s arms tight, pretending to have nightmares and kicking her several feet.

It would be nice if she left with a good look.

But she stayed. Shame on her.

She also said I was growing up to teach myself to bathe.

Disgusting.

But I still smiled and said thank you to my sister.

Then when she put me in the tub, she pulled out the scissors hidden in the towel and put them in her arm.

My own arm.

The blood flowed out and quickly dyed the whole bucket.

She screamed and took my scissors.

I let go of my hand and let her grab it, and then I grabbed her wrist and started crying.

So when my brother came in, he saw her holding a blooded scissors and a wound on my arm.

My brother’s eyes are red.

He came and pushed the woman away.

The woman’s head hit on the bricks, softly paralyzed.

She looks so much cuter now.

Not talking, not asking, not stealing my brother’s love.

I went back to sleep with my brother. I held him and looked at his asleep face, and I thought:

When I grow up, I’ll be brother’s woman.

The next day, I saw my brother throw the woman’s body into the pigsty.

It’s a small, closed village, and many women leave silently with wild men to the big city.

So the disappearance of women didn’t make a big deal.

Later, my brother picked up a skinny stray cat.

The next day, I showed my brother a scratch on his arm and started vomiting and saying I was allergic.

My brother threw it into boiling water.

The village woodsman comes to give me free noodles to spy on my brother.

Then I ate her eyeballs.

And Uncle Cheung, he told me he had a faraway niece to mediate for him.

Why are there so many disgusting people?

So I let my brother see him naked in my room.

That’s good. My brother’s eyes are changing. He seems to see only me.

Brother became the shape I wanted.

But I didn’t think Dad was alive.

Brother lied to me.

So did he lie to me about something else?

Is the woman in the white dress still alive?

My brother goes out with her every day, right?

What would they do?

When I think of my brother’s hard work on her, I’m sick of it.

Brother is a liar.

But I want to forgive him.

After all, he’s the only person in the world who loves me.

I told my brother we’d die together.

Just die, no deception, no doubt, no separation.

That would really be forever together.

The boat’s in the lake.

Brother put gas on us.

We all smell the same.

And We sat in his arms, and imagined that my brother and I were ash, entwined with each other, and fell into the sky, neither you nor I.

But as soon as the lighter fell, my brother pushed me into the water.

A brother in the fire like a burning summer flower.

But in his eyes there is only numbness.

I am not sure what I am saying.

He knew everything.

“Well, I’ll go first. Call me if you need anything. I’m sorry.

Officer Zhou touched his nose, stood up, tried to stop, and finally turned in silence and left.

I pulled his hand.

His hands are rough. Reminds me of my brother.

I held my face and cried.

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I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.