Quick Transmigrating Second Female Lead’s Counterattack

[What is it, it is the state of mind. I never knew that I had put down my life afterwards, so beautiful.

Unfortunately, it is too late to understand.

Sorry for being late, my brother.

—————阎崇俊】

The flower market is a family, the top family, the men are all praised, except me.

It can even be said that in the flower market, few people know that the family is actually two sons, not one.

How did all this happen?

Looking at the dirty and messy cell in front of him, looking at the opposite side because of his arrival, some shivering roommates, showing a satirical smile.

Not for him, for myself.

It seems that his own actions are so murderous that the prisoners are afraid, knowing that this is a prison held by heavy sinners.

Suddenly, fatigue is like pure white snow, slowly cleaning my turbid world.

"Hey, let me tell you a story."

Regardless of whether the opposite person is willing to listen, I began to talk about the picture of the bone marrow.

"There was a little boy who was arrested at the age of three because of his mother's carelessness.

The kidnapper did not find that his family background was very strong, thinking that it was just an ordinary child, ready to sell.

When the little boy’s father and grandfather knew the news, he quickly rescued him.

Fortunately, the little boy was saved, but unfortunately, because he did not listen to the kidnappers during that time, he was very miserable.

Close the small black house, do not give meals, whips, slaps, punches and kicks, many, many.

This caused a great shadow in the boy's heart. Even during the hospital stay, his father dared not touch.

Only his older brother, who is four years old, can tell him a few simple words.

If this was the case, he might be able to get better.

But the one who left him, the woman who called her mother was flustered and looked at him. He felt that he was the fault of his brother.

In front of him, he started to fight his brother.

The fragile nerve, once again facing the kind of beating, the little boy completely collapsed.

He began to reject, reject everyone, and live only in his spiritual world.

It’s been ten years since then, and he has been jealous for ten years.

In addition to my grandfather and my brother, the man who called the mother, the number of times I saw both hands can be counted.

When he needs his mother most, she is not there.

When she didn't need it, she came back and took care of his banner, but the boy was no longer needed.

Slowly, the little boy grew up, and Dad didn't like to talk. The boy who grew up thought that Dad didn't like him.

Grandpa is serious, the boy with a gloomy heart, thinking that Grandpa does not like him.

Since they didn't like him, he didn't like them anymore. This was his idea at the time.

But when I saw my grandfather and my father, I appreciated my brother, and I laughed so kindly and happy. He was not flat, and he was embarrassed.

Why are their children's grandchildren, only brothers can get that kind of treatment?

Especially when a girl walked into his sight, it broke out completely.

That girl is really beautiful, not her appearance, but the eyes.

It is like a glass of beads, there is no impurity, clean so that the boy's heart can only hold such a person.

He desperately chased behind her and wanted to get her attention.

She is very gentle and never gives a heavy word to him, but as long as he confesses, she will refuse to speak.

The boy didn't understand, until later, he realized that the girl fell in love with his brother.

It didn't take long for him to be with his brother, and like a balloon, it swelled.

In the end, he chose to embark on a hostile road.

I asked my grandfather to learn hypnosis, give the girl medicine, and take the opportunity to hypnotize her.

As long as she wakes up, it will be him who falls in love.

All this he calculated very well, but his brother came back in advance to interrupt, and then the girl disappeared.

He was later made by his brother, and he was targeted at him and even set a dead end.

The result was not his brother, but the one who called the mother took the girl away.

She was afraid that their brothers would kill each other and thought they had done something right, hiding people.

Also helping him to be good, between her brother and him, she also chose him.

The boy once mocked the woman and said that she was sad and ridiculous.

When you cherish it, don't cherish it. It's always sad after it happens. What's the use?

In fact, he never knew that she was really caring about him, but he really didn't need it.

Because ah, my heart will not move.

He always thinks like this.

However, the reality seems to be a blow to him every time. The woman died in a car accident.

It’s so dead, suddenly dead.

At that time, he felt that this year's April Fools' Day joke was really a bad laugh.

The moment he covered the white cloth, he was amazed. Oh, it was not a joke.

The boy’s shell of the hedgehog has been broken, and the last one who really cares about him, gone, he knows.

Regret?

Don't regret it.

Because he knows that this ending is actually the best.

My brother will not be embarrassed about the mother's affairs, she does not have to face the hatred of the two sons.

As a matter of fact, she is so dead, it is also a relief. ”

Looking up, leaning against the wall, my thoughts didn't know where it was.

Mom, if you hear what I said, rest in peace.

I hate you too tired, my son does not want to hate.

Big brother is too tired, I want to let go.

As for her, I don't know if I can forget it, but I will work hard.

"and after?"

While I was meditating, I heard people who had been huddled in the opposite side quietly revealing their heads, whispering, and the big eyes were full of tension.

It’s still a few days, and the first time he spoke, I thought it was quite unusual.

Two chuckles, "Later, he became the stain of that home."

"In order to destroy them, he has hidden a lot of things that can't be seen in that home, and he has fallen."

"After that, he left the house, not the house, but he couldn't afford it."

Unconsciously, the line of sight becomes blurred, and the touch of doubt is the cold liquid.

Was it crying?

Regret, yes, regret it.

After all, I still can't deceive myself.

"You, don't be sad, I... I am out anyway... I can't go out, later, we will be together later."

The first time I heard someone say this to me, it was in such an environment, I don’t know if I should cry or laugh.

Tears that can slide to the corner of the lips tell me that this time is sweet.

I can't help but think, if I had a peace of mind in the past, I didn't have a big brother, wouldn't I have those things behind?

If I can be sensible, tell my grandfather about my thoughts, am I getting what I want?

Unfortunately, these are illusory, after all, they are my own hands.

"Okay, let's be together later."

In the latter half of my life, it is still good to have someone to accompany me.

At least, not so lonely.

Thank you, willing to accompany my fool.