Chapter 26 Brand
Morning.
Birds are singing in the trees.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp."
The Jiang family actually had a proper and rich breakfast today.
Everyone had a bowl of porridge made of fine grains and meat soup.
It smelled so good.
Jiang Mianmian thought it smelled so good that she could drink it.
However, after taking a sip, it still made her throat a little sore. There seemed to be some residue in the fine grains. Mother's milk was still better.
Dad didn't go to work in the morning for the first time.
To be honest, this was the first time Jiang Mianmian saw Dad in broad daylight since she came to this world.
Dad left before dawn every day and came back after dark.
But Dad didn't look as good as he did yesterday, as if he had aged ten years overnight.
Looking closely, his hair had turned a lot whiter.
But it's not ugly, it should be said that it has a kind of broken beauty.
But whose relatives want this kind of beauty? It's better to be normal.
Jiang Mianmian thought, she has the spiritual spring, so it's not a big problem.
Big brother can survive.
And there is an unexpected surprise.
Before, she was always worried that the spiritual spring water would be gone after it was used up, so she didn't dare to use it up. It
was used up all at once yesterday, but today the spiritual spring water was a little thicker. Before, only a thin layer could fall down, covering the bottom of the bowl, about a spoonful. Now it seems to be a little higher, at least two spoonfuls.
But there is a side effect.
It seems that the brother who drank the spiritual spring water is particularly attached to her.
He was lying on the bed, and he had to ask his sister Jiang Yu to move her wooden basin over for him to watch.
You are a patient yourself, and you still want to look at me.
Jiang Mianmian was a little helpless.
But there was no way, who made her beautiful, cute and well-behaved.
Jiang Mianmian, lying in a wooden basin, bent her legs and put them into her mouth. She was practicing stretching.
At the same time, she looked out the window with some curiosity.
The house was made of wood, earth and stones.
There happened to be a wooden window on this side of her brother's room.
Ancient architecture was very flexible, and the craftsmanship was advanced.
The wooden boards were spliced together, and a groove was made at the bottom, so that they could be pushed.
When pushed open in the daytime, you can see the trees outside the yard, which is a beautiful window view.
Jiang Mianmian looked at the tree with some curiosity, wondering where the bird was and why she couldn't see it, and then she heard the bird calling.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp."
She couldn't help but drooling as she looked at it...
It wasn't because she was greedy, but because she couldn't control her nervous system, causing her mouth to close uncontrollably. Yes, it really was.
Her brother was lying on the bed next to her.
He stared at her blankly.
It was as if he had been looking at himself for his entire life.
Jiang Mianmian sighed inwardly, wondering if the side effects of the spiritual spring water were too great.
Her brother seemed a little silly.
At the same time, she felt a little more pressure.
This family would fall apart without her.
Her mother liked her, her father liked her, her sister loved to kiss her, even her butt, and her brother was attached to her.
Jiang Mianmian felt that she had to work hard to grow up quickly.
She tried hard to grab Yaya with her hands, but accidentally put it in her mouth again.
She looked at the bird on the tree, looked at her brother lying next to her, and then she saw the little ant again.
It was so powerful that it actually dug a hole on the side of its wooden basin.
Now it was sticking its head out of the small hole, looking at her shakily.
Jiang Mianmian could actually see that it was smiling at her from that ugly black head...
Maybe she was in a good mood.
After all, her elder brother was fine.
There was more spiritual spring water.
Jiang Mianmian looked up and saw her brother looking at her.
She subconsciously smiled.
She had no teeth yet, so her saliva came out when she smiled.
Jiang Feng also smiled.
He basked in the sun greedily. He
blew the wind greedily.
He looked at his lively sister greedily.
He couldn't see enough.
At this time, father Jiang Changtian and mother Qin Luoxia came into the room, and sister Jiang Yu also came.
Jiang Mianmian fell into her sister's arms.
Then she saw her mother coming in with a brazier.
Was she going to jump over the brazier to ward off evil spirits?
My brother couldn't get up yet.
Or was it some ancient ritual?
Jiang Mianmian looked around curiously.
Then she saw her mother holding the spear she sharpened that day and burning it on the brazier.
Jiang Mianmian had a bad feeling, what was she doing?
Then she saw her father cleaning the wound on her brother's forehead.
It was above his left eye.
The wound still had a faint rotten smell.
He looked a bit ferocious.
Jiang Changtian said, "Feng'er, it will hurt a little, bite this."
He stuffed a piece of soft wood into his son's mouth.
Jiang Feng smiled weakly, "Dad, I'm not afraid of pain, really, not at all."
He had endured long nights, watching countless small insects gnaw at him, watching himself turn into bones, watching himself turn into powder, and he was not afraid of pain at all, really.
"Well, my child is very good and not afraid of pain." Jiang Changtian patted his son's shoulder.
He still stuffed the soft wood into his mouth.
Then he turned to his wife and said, "Sister Xia, give me the spear."
Qin Luoxia held the red-hot iron spear and said, "Husband, let me do it. My hands are quick."
Jiang Changtian shook his head: "You are strong, you hold Feng'er."
Jiang Mianmian saw that her father had tied up his long hair into a bun.
Help, a man with a bun can actually look so good. All of her father's facial features are exposed, which makes him even more handsome.
Then her eyes were covered by her sister.
She heard a muffled groan.
She struggled hard.
Finally, she saw the scene in front of her from her sister's hand.
Her father actually took the red-hot spear and pressed it down on the wound on her brother's head.
This action was too cruel.
This was how they tortured in prison.
But he saw that his father's hands did not tremble at all. He was a man who coughed all the time and walked lightly, but now he held a red-hot iron spear in his hand and burned his son's head again and again.
Qin Luoxia held down her son's twitching body.
Jiang Feng said he was not afraid of the pain, but he still bit the soft wood tightly and groaned.
He really didn't feel the pain in his heart. He even felt happy, cheerful, and enjoyed it. This kind of pain made him feel alive.
It's just that his body couldn't control the twitching.
Jiang Changtian was doing something very cruel, but his expression was focused and his hands didn't tremble.
Jiang Mianmian felt that her father was now like the best surgeon, like a ruthless surgical machine.
Because she saw that her father not only used red-hot iron to roughly burn the wound, but also handled every tiny wound very delicately, trying to treat all the rotten wounds without damaging the good parts.
Jiang Yu originally closed her eyes and covered her sister's eyes.
But after hearing the muffled groan, she couldn't help but open her eyes.
Watching her father's actions, her tears flowed. It was all her fault. It was because Jiang Wan sent her clothes, and she was greedy and kept the clothes and shoes, so her elder brother was beaten.
Her elder brother almost died.
He had to suffer like this.
She would get burned when she took a hot bowl.
But the flesh of my brother was already fragrant from being burned. Wuwu┭┮﹏┭┮Once
the iron is away from the fire, it will not remain red, but turn black, but the temperature is still extremely high.
Jiang Changtian's hands became more and more steady, except for the first time when he trembled a bit, and then each time he moved became more and more steady.
He did not brand his own son's head like a punishment, but rather like painting. He
used the red-hot iron to stick to the flesh, and drew stroke by stroke. Under his hands, the hideous and smelly wounds became a painting, lifelike, like a black mandala.
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