Chapter 394 This Family Has Long Been Broken Up
Gu Nan seemed to hate this ugly and dirty world so much that he left without saying a word and threw away all his love and hate.
When he left, Junyi was the only one by his side.
Why him, why not me? Is it because I'm not good enough, not strong enough, or... she doesn't like him anymore.
"Sister likes him!" Lin Jingzhe held Lin Jingchun's shoulders and led him into the house, saying firmly, "Sister likes brother the most. I know, Cui Shao knows, and many people know."
He trembled in the last few words.
Ten years ago, Lin Jingchun appeared briefly in Gu Nan's live broadcast. At that time, many people asked who Lin Jingchun was and how he could make the murderous LLL become so gentle.
He watched the live broadcast recording over and over again and envied it for many years. It was a preference witnessed by thousands of netizens.
Lin Jingzhe held back tears and said, "I know your relationship best. My sister likes you, and you are her favorite."
"Don't listen to Junyi's nonsense, he's just lying. Sister will come back. Five years, ten years, we can afford to wait..."
we are young.
Lin Jingzhe choked and couldn't say the words.
Lin Jingchun lowered his eyes, and round tears rolled down, along with them fell the unspoken words that both parties knew.
They are not young anymore.
Maybe I can barely stand next to Gu Nan after five years, but how dare I do that after ten or fifteen years.
Whether you are brave or not, it is difficult to influence the fact that this is a hopeless wait.
"Are these the two Lins?"
Someone went downstairs and stood at the corner of the corridor, looking down at the two brothers who were blocking most of the stairs.
His surprised eyes scanned their expensive home clothes, passed by the way they supported each other, and finally landed on the two outstanding faces that looked out of place in the old neighborhood.
He is thin and haggard, but still handsome, a beautiful color that cannot be grown in this barren land.
But upon closer inspection, the lifeless grayness is perfectly suited to this backward slum.
"Look at his dead look, tsk, it's all retribution."
retribution.
Lin Jingchun's eyelashes trembled and he looked up.
Junyi came and went in a hurry, and he had no time to ask anything or say anything.
But he really wanted to know, not for the sake of arguing, but just to ask sincerely.
What did he do wrong to deserve this retribution?
But the back of his head was tightly grasped by a bony hand, and when he lifted it halfway, it was pressed back to Lin Jingzhe's neck. He could only let Lin Jingzhe tilt his head to block his face.
"It's okay." Lin Jingzhe comforted him softly, his slightly cool chin rubbing against his temples, and the corners of his cracked lips brushing against his forehead, bringing a cool and itchy feeling.
Lin Jingchun couldn't help but tremble.
So the hands clasped behind his head tightened even more, and five slender fingers covered his head tightly like a net.
"It's okay, brother." Lin Jingzhe's voice was soothing, but it sounded intermittent and blurry as if it was coming through water.
Lin Jingchun struggled but failed, and was supported by Lin Jingzhe back to the bed like a puppet out of control.
"The wound has burst and needs to be re-bandaged." Lin Jingzhe said, taking out a pair of scissors from the medicine box, cutting open the blood-stained gauze, revealing several curled scars underneath the gauze.
The broken wound rose and fell with his breathing, like a centipede twisting in the snow, hideous and ugly.
He was injured a month ago by someone who broke into the villa in the middle of the night. The crazy man stabbed him seven times and almost cut his abdominal aorta, killing him on the spot.
When Lin Jingzhe sent him to the ambulance, he was covered in blood and looked as miserable as a fox that had fallen into a dye vat.
Lin Jingchun couldn't help laughing, both at this ridiculous association and at Lin Jingzhe's cautious movements.
Lin Jingzhe was too careful, and his strength was so light that it seemed like he was healing an ant.
Lin Jingchun raised his hand and placed it on Lin Jingzhe's head.
Lin Jingzhe stopped and looked up at him. His amber eyes were surrounded by tired bloodshot, like the fragile tea cloud on the surface of cold tea, which would shatter with a slight shake.
Lin Jingchun's lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.
Lin Jingzhe thought he was in pain, so he became more careful and breathed on the wound like a child, "It's almost healed, just bear with it."
Lin Jingchun looked at him, his throat aching. He opened and closed his lips several times before finally uttering a complete sentence, "Jingzhe, I have a headache."
As soon as he opened his mouth, tears began to fall.
This is his blood-related younger brother, his only bond in the world.
She was only a year younger than him and had suffered even more than him, but now she was taking care of him like an older brother.
Lin Jingzhe looks like Gu Nan.
He may not realize it, but Lin Jingchun can see clearly that he has the same tenacity as Gu Nan.
I am not as good as him.
Lin Jingchun cried silently, tears just kept falling, like an abandoned big dog squatting silently on the roadside.
A pair of deep and affectionate eyes, without any sad and mournful words, have already expressed the words of reluctance and farewell.
Unfortunately, Lin Jingzhe didn't notice it. He thought Lin Jingchun's migraine had come back again, so he quickly treated the wound, took out some painkillers and fed them to him, then helped him lie down.
"Close your eyes and get some sleep."
Lin Jingzhe said softly, "You'll be fine once you wake up."
Lin Jingchun closed her eyes as she was told, tears falling into her frizzy hair, leaving a clear tear mark between the corner of her eye and her temples.
It was like a crack that split his soul in two.
It won't get better.
He knows.
His life ended the moment Gu Nan chose to die alone.
*
"Swish."
"Shuashuashua——"
The sound of scrubbing was incessant.
Lin Jingchun opened his eyes. It was dark, the curtains were drawn tightly, and only a small night light on the bedside was on in the room.
This night light was bought by Gu Nan. It has a retro pastoral style and a red-brown round base. When the warm light is on, it looks like an old photo.
Later, before she moved to Kyoto, she put it on a second-hand platform for sale. After she died, he bought it back and put it back in this house.
Ten years have passed, and the lights remain.
But he is the only one left of the couple who likes to sleep with it lit.
Lin Jingchun stared intently at the beige fabric lampshade, as if counting its aged wrinkles.
But if you look closely, his eyes are clearly unfocused.
Not until his eyes felt sore and the corners of his eyes turned red did he blink slowly and come back to his senses from his frozen daze.
He threw off the quilt and got out of bed, holding onto the wall, and slowly walked to the door.
When I opened the door, the scrubbing sounds became clearer.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Fast and urgent.
In the dimly lit living room, Lin Jingzhe was covered in blood and was kneeling at the door scrubbing the bloodstains on the floor.
He hunched his back, lowered his head, supported himself in the blood with one hand, and held a toothbrush in the other hand to repeatedly brush the stubborn blood stains in the crevices.
The brush head was severely deformed, but he seemed not to notice and continued to brush the small gap stubbornly.
After brushing for a long time, I still felt that it was not clean enough, so I just lay on the ground.
The crimson hem of the dress rolled up, revealing a pale and thin waist. The spine behind the waist was protruding like sharp stones, about to pierce the thin skin.
He was unaware that someone was watching him, nor was he aware of the unusually stubborn madness at the moment.
He just lowered his head, his knuckles turning white from the effort.
Keep brushing, keep brushing.
It was as if he was venting the grievance of being covered in blood, and as if he was torturing himself for the unspeakable pain.
“Swish, swish, swish, swish…”
Amidst this boring sound, he kept brushing and brushing like a neurotic madman.
Lin Jingchun leaned against the cold door frame and saw the solidified blood on Lin Jingzhe's face cracking bit by bit, like a cracked mask covering a pale and paranoid face, revealing blood and weirdness.
Is it a grievance?
Is it hard?
He never spoke of his suffering.
So Lin Jingchun didn't know that he was so sad when it was late at night and everyone was asleep.
He tried every possible way to keep the peace and maintain this precarious family.
But he forgot.
This family has long been broken up.
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