C720 Second Lie

He panicked and almost subconsciously wanted to pull his brother's gaze from Shen Yi to him.

He called his brother, but his brother was not very surprised or happy about his call. It was as if it was a very common thing, whether it was or not. Whether it was true or not, he felt that it was very normal. He saw that he had calmly picked it up, and the smile on his face instantly disappeared. He once again became the prosperous CEO and the reserved older brother that he was familiar with.

The older brother in his memory should be like this, serious, earnest, and meticulous. But when he acted like a spoiled child to him, he would reveal a helpless expression, turn around, and bring everything he wanted in front of him.

He thought that his older brother had not changed, but the truth always liked to joke around with him and lie to him. He refused several times without hesitation.

He was stunned for a long time, and finally understood that four months could change a lot of things. For example, he had learned to lie, and Ni Chenjun had learned to refuse. No matter how long it had been, it could not be compared to the blink of an eye.

He looked at the miserable and lonely thin moon in the sky, as if he had seen the corner of Ni Chenjun's lips curled up.

Ever since he remembered it, he rarely saw such a gentle expression on Ni Chenjun's face. In his memories, he had always been a powerful and cold older brother. He would patiently teach him and harshly scold him. When he was very young, he even used his grandfather's cane to hit his palm. But he never felt that there was anything wrong with that.

Because his brother loved him. The only reason he hit him was to make him remember his character. That was why he did not hit much. The few times he hit him were like tickles. Sometimes, he even felt that hitting his palm was quite fun and didn't need to be scolded. After beating him up, his brother would even ask him if it hurt.

It was probably because hitting his palm was a rare color in his childhood, so he remembered it very clearly. At that time, he was still in the first grade, and the girls in the class always liked to come close to him. He was too lazy to deal with those butterflies that only knew how to eat and who were the prettiest, so in order to solve the problem once and for all. When they were playing Eagle and Chick, he treated them like dominos.

The butterflies were very good at crying. They cried so loudly that it shook the sky. Not only did they make the form teacher and principal cry, but they also surrounded the teachers and classmates in the school and cried to watch the show.

He still felt that the butterfly was very annoying. Not only did they fly around and make people hate them, but they also made him suffer from the blame of all the teachers and students in the school.

Then, his brother brought him home and made him stand in front of the desk that was even taller than his head. He stretched out his palm and raised his grandfather's solid wood cane to hit his palm.

The body of the cane was very bright, and it was even red, as if it was soaked in blood.

When he was young, he was like other boys. He loved to watch martial arts movies. He would climb roofs, climb walls, and take knives with his bare hands. In his eyes, it was very cool. However, what was even more cool was still the mouthful of blood that he had been unable to spit out.

That day, his brother was very fierce. He beat him until he felt like he was going to vomit blood and die like the main character in wuxia dramas.

He howled as he grabbed the clothes on his chest and spat saliva onto the cane. After he finished howling, he even fell down and shouted, "I'm going to die! Big brother, don't think about me!"

That performance scared his brother's soul away. He threw the cane away and rushed towards the hospital with him in his arms.

At that time, his big brother was only 14 years old, but he was already strong enough to carry him like a father and ran to the hospital without rest.

He saw that his brother's eyes were red in front of the doctor. He begged the doctor to save him while he, this little scourge, persisted.

Probably because he was frightened, since then, his brother had never hit him again. That was also the end of his life when he was hit by the cane.

His grandfather had long passed away, but the cane had never been thrown away. It was hung in the storage room of the old house, regardless of whether it was nostalgic or nostalgic. Every year, they would go back together and discard it. They would carefully wipe it clean before putting it back.

Ni Chenxi smiled and buried his face in his knees. Tears fell from his blurry vision and fell on the pants that Ni Chenjun had bought for him in the past. With the black pants and the dark night, the evidence of his weakness disappeared without a trace.

Lies had always been a matter of zero and a hundred times.

Other than the first lie, he originally had a second one that he wanted to tell his brother.

His life in America was not good at all. He couldn't eat the bread and potatoes; he couldn't read academic articles that were full of technical terms; his mathematical analysis was a mess; he was scolded by his teacher several times; his classmates weren't friendly at all. He had almost no friends there; he was forced to experience a terrorist attack and was almost shot in the head.

God knew how scared he was at that time. He was afraid that he couldn't go back, so he could only lie on the cold street with ugly flowers blooming on his head.

The gunshots kept going back and forth in his head. It was a nightmare that he could not get rid of for many nights. But it was also better than now. Ni Chenxi could not control his surging tears. Now, they were clearly standing on the same piece of land. There was a huge gap between their hearts. It was so deep. It was so long that it made him shrink back.