Short, Light, Free

Due to some reasons, a large number of users suddenly cannot open the web page to visit this site today. Please book friends to remember the domain name of this site www.novelmtl.com (the first letter of literature + org point com, novelmtl.com) to find the way home!

That day was the first night of the senior high school entrance examination.

The next day the test is English and science.

After reviewing English and science early, I left the room.

But I found that there was no one at home, and the food on the table was hot.

But my parents and younger brother were all gone. My first reaction was that my parents went out to find my younger brother again.

I once again came to the balcony where my younger brother hid most, and at this time I found a sheet tied to a rope on the balcony.

Our house is on the third floor.

I saw a footprint on the external unit of the air conditioner.

There was a small footprint on the air-conditioned external unit that was originally fused with dust. The one who didn't wear shoes was obviously the footprint of his brother.

I watched the pouring rain outside the window. There was a tremor in his heart, he should just be in the shop.

My parents were not at home, and I took a breather while sitting on the sofa.

The door opened and I expected my parents to take their brother home.

But only parents came back.

I asked where my brother went.

Mom just kept crying.

Dad said that he had not found it.

I called the police and my father went to the public security bureau immediately.

After a while of work, the three stayed at home waiting for news.

When everyone was at a loss on the sofa, the phone at home rang.

Dad answered the phone.

The younger brother found it.

There is a supermarket over the phone.

The brother who had turned down the window ran to a large supermarket nearby.

Hidden one by one hiding under the bulk candy container.

It was the staff who saw him, and his pockets were full of sugar paper when he saw him.

The staff asked for a long time, but my brother refused to say anything.

In the end, I swindled the phone at home with sugar.

Mom pulled Dad out of the house and went straight to the supermarket.

I followed.

The rain was pouring and I stood at the door of the supermarket with an umbrella.

Watching her mother hold her brother's hand, she apologized to the supermarket staff.

From that day on, I knew that my brother couldn't do without sugar.

The scores of the entrance exams come down, and my score is enough to choose many high schools.

And the younger brother started to get crazy every day.

If he doesn't give his brother sugar, he will be noisy.

It will even start self-harm.

Mother was forced to take her brother to the nursing home.

It ’s actually a mental hospital, because parents ca n’t control their younger brother anymore.

During this time, his brother began to receive sedative drugs.

One thing happened during this period.

There is a depression patient living next door to my brother, who has not had a good cold for a long time.

After changing to Chinese medicine, the nurse brought him a few sugars because of bitterness and complaints from the nurse.

He was then attacked by his younger brother, who was seriously injured despite being stopped in time.

No one can imagine that a seven-year-old child would have such power.

The younger brother was kept in a separate ward, and he did not even recommend the family to visit him again.

To avoid my younger brother in high school, I went to a neighboring city to attend high school.

The days passed quickly, and I had fun playing with my classmates and friends.

The only time when they are not happy is when they ask or discuss their brothers, sisters and sisters.

Of course they will also ask me, I will just shake my head and say there are no siblings.

As for summer vacation and winter vacation, I don't even want to go home.

I would say that I go to work or internship, and my parents have no way to take me.

But they often call me and tell me about my brother's situation.

Of course, a lot of things happened to my brother.

For example, even in the hospital, my brother can still get a lot of sugar.

As for how he got it, no one knows.

I only know that when I open my brother ’s pillow regularly, I can always find a pile of sugar paper.

Parents have no way to take their younger brother, the doctor also said that the disease can only be progressive.

And what they call me the most is that my brother missed me.

High school passed very quickly in three years, and I was afraid to return to my home even during the New Year.

During this time, I only went back once in the third year of high school.

The father who drank too much said that he wanted the family to see his brother together.

I refused, of course, I made enough excuses.

After four years in college, I have never returned to my home.

And I have fewer and fewer calls.

One day in my junior year, I received a call from my mother.

The mother was very happy to say that her brother's illness was going away and her mood was very stable.

Mom and dad discussed, intending to take his younger brother home for treatment.

I just agreed on the phone, but I really don't know how to deal with it.

My family is becoming more and more distant.

On the eve of college graduation, my parents called to mention my brother and said he was getting healthier. He also said that my younger brother wanted to see me recently, so I had better go home soon.

After graduating from college, he had no choice but to go home.

In June, the weather was extremely hot.

The cricket and the hustle and bustle told me it was summer.

When I reached the door far away, I heard a strange question.

I took out the key that I brought out when I was in high school. I wonder if I can open the door.

Insert gently and turn around.

Successfully opened the door.

The strange smell is more intense.

I walked in doubt.

Things are placed in the same place as when I left.

Nothing has changed.

"Dad, Mom." I shouted.

But nothing happened.

There is no figure in the kitchen, bedroom and study.

It is estimated to be out.

I came to my door and just put my hand on the door.

He heard footsteps.

I turned my head.

But found that the strong man stood in front of me, a head taller than me.

Man with long hair and shawl.

It seemed that he hadn't refreshed himself for a long time, and the man said with his hands behind his back: "Brother."

"Are you?" I opened my door and felt something was wrong.

"Brother eats sugar." The younger brother stretched out his left hand, holding a huge piece of sugar.

"Are you a younger brother?" I said in horror, stepping back into the room in horror.

I found the source of the stench, it was my parents who were highly rotten.

"Brother eats sugar." The younger brother said again and walked into my room.

At this moment I looked at my younger brother, who was carrying the kitchen knife used by his mother in his right hand behind his back.

"Brother eats sugar." The younger brother said for the third time, and the sugar on his left hand was handed over again.

I took out my wallet from my pocket and said to my brother: "Brother gives you money, you can buy better sugar, OK."

The younger brother flicked my wallet with the hand holding the sugar, and then stretched out the huge sugar.

I took the sugar subconsciously.

"Brother eats fast, delicious sugar." The younger brother looked at me with a smile, I had never seen him so happy.

I opened the sugar paper and it was filled with an eyeball from my father or mother.

If you like light and short, please let me collect: (www.novelmtl.com) Light and short, the fastest literature update speed in loose writing.