Brother, I owe you more in this life.

While taking a blood sample from the patient, the telephone of the department rang. When my hand shook, my plasma spilled. Before I could apologize to the angry patient, my colleague called me sideways: Liu Ying, it's for you!

I'm a colleague in radiology. Xiao Liu, the film is out. Who is he to you? I said, it's my brother He then asked, Brother? I had a hunch and thought about it. Well, there was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone. And my heart, in this silence, slipped a little.

I can't wait. I clicked and hung up and ran to radiology. I took the film and ran to the respiratory department. Without considering that the doctor was treating the patient, I pushed open the door and almost poked the film on the doctor's eyelid and said, I'm Liu Ying from the clinical laboratory. Please take a look at it for me!

Just ten minutes later, my world turned upside down. I rushed downstairs in one breath and stood under a pagoda tree in the hospital for a long time. Then I took out my mobile phone and dialed his number. It took him a long time to answer. I asked him where he was, and he said, I bought the laptop you asked for and I'm on my way home. Ultra-thin, you must like it.

I bit my lip and couldn't say a word. He cleared his throat and said loudly, I'm driving now. Let's talk about it at home, okay? I held my head high, fought back my tears and said, OK. He smiled: this is a good sister. Go home early from work. Today is your birthday. Let's have fun.

I closed my eyes and slowly slid down against the tree, and tears slowly covered my face. I didn't tell him that he had lung cancer. The doctor said it was in the middle and late stage, and the chance of cure was only 30%.

He is not my own brother. My mother has been infertile since she got married, but my father picked him up in the market when he was a baby.

Despite him, my mother insisted on seeking medical treatment. When he was four years old, I came into this world, and since then, his position in the family has plummeted.

He began to do housework at the age of five. He is so young, he washes dishes and touches porcelain, but he can't sweep the floor, pour the urinal and pee on his shoes. Everything will make mom and dad furious. I never knew that a person's ears could be stretched that long, just like squeezing plasticine. Over time, his earlobe is bigger and longer than ordinary people. Anyone who sees it will say how lucky the child is.

He never takes medicine when he is ill, and he has to retire himself for days and nights when he has a fever. When cutting pig grass, I cut my hand, grabbed dry ash and pressed it on the wound, and the bleeding stopped; Rotten food was swallowed by him, and he was alive and kicking again after having diarrhea twice. Once he coughed for a long time, and his throat was unbearable. He remembers that my mother gave me a medicine when I coughed, which was in a small brown bottle. When mom and dad were working in the field, he looked everywhere and finally found the bottle. After only two drinks, he fell to the ground and rolled over his stomach. Because the bottles were almost the same, he drank cotton pesticide as cough syrup. Mom and dad not only didn't send him to the hospital, but also called him stealing. Or the neighbor's grandmother scooped up a basin of soapy water and poured it on him. He vomited and vomited, and he was dying. Finally, he miraculously survived.

In front of mom and dad, he dare not speak loudly, let alone tease me. But as long as mom and dad are not at home, he will happily chase me and shout: Sister, call me brother, call me brother.

Until he was nine years old, his parents forced him to go to school with me because of gossip. In fact, the primary schools in the village can hardly spend a few dollars a year.

I have never called him brother, and I always call him by his first name when I am with my parents. The day before I graduated from primary school, we did our homework on the desk. He suddenly turned his head and asked me mysteriously, I don't know how to pronounce a word. Can you tell me?

He wrote a big song with a brush. I curled my lips and said disdainfully, you are so stupid, Bai Song. He said: What? Say it again? Song! I repeated it loudly again. He still asked: What? Read what? I was annoyed and shouted: Song! Song! Song! Did you hear me clearly? His bright eyes looked at me and said, listen carefully, hee hee, you call me brother! I don't obey, you are cunning, this song is not Peter's, one owes one and the other doesn't owe it! He cheated, whether he owed it or not, whether he owed it or not, he was called a brother.

He danced with joy, his arms and legs swinging in the air. This is the first time I remember how happy I was when I saw him. It suddenly occurred to me that he was 15 years old. Why are his arms and legs so thin? Why is he so thin? How did he get so many scars on his hands? My young and innocent heart, like being bitten by an ant, hurts a little.

From that moment on, I decided to call him brother. Although my parents' words and deeds have made me like them over the years, I have always regarded him as an outsider and can't be close.

He dropped out of school when I went to live in a junior high school in town. Mom and dad said it would be worthwhile for him to finish primary school. He wanted to earn money for our family.

Because of his height, he lied to people that he was 18 years old and worked in a small brick factory near my school. The dust in the brick and tile factory is all over the sky, making my nose and throat gray. At the end of the day, I always have to clear my throat before I can make a sound. Mom and Dad said to him: The money we earn is for KINOMOTO SAKURA to go to college in the future, and the money you earn is responsible for KINOMOTO SAKURA's living expenses. He listened and nodded again and again: yes, yes. Apart from living expenses, his monthly salary is paid by himself, but his parents are still trying to dig it out of him. They even admit that I am his sister, and often say to him: Your sister's shoes are small again, and your sister is going to buy study materials again. These three words of your sister have become the killer weapon for mom and dad to ask him for money, and they have always worked. So he can only save from his teeth and then save, and finally save breakfast.

Such days, from my junior high school, will flow to my high school graduation day after day. In six years, he has grown into a big boy, but he is still sallow and emaciated. After years of sand and dust, his bronchi are getting worse and worse, and he often coughs like an old man. He went to school to find me, and my classmates joked: Your brother came from the famine years through time and space, right? I felt very bad and said to my parents: You are too cruel to him. He is a man, not a money-making machine!

When he learned this sentence, he was deeply moved. He said: Sister, don't blame my parents. If my parents hadn't come to pick me up, my life would have been gone. Then where did I come from? Where did I get such a good sister?

I went to college in other places, and he asked his parents to work with me so that he could take care of me. The consumption level in big cities is high, and people with no education and skills like him can still do the lowest level of manual labor, and their income is very meager, so it is much more difficult for me to go to college than in small cities.

Mom and dad didn't give him a way out at all. They said: it is good to touch the fields and clods to fill your stomach. Your sister spent all our savings at the beginning of school. If you can't afford her, she has to pack up and go home to farm. Also, as soon as your sister has no background, you have to find a way to save some money for her, so that she can get through the relationship and enter a better unit when looking for a job in the future.

He is too worried to eat, and he looks for a job everywhere every day. He demanded a high salary because of poor conditions, and suffered a lot of supercilious looks and even insults. One day, more than a month later, he told me excitedly that he had finally found a good job. Asked what he does, he smiled and said, keep it a secret. Anyway, your brother didn't steal or rob. You can use the money you earn with confidence.

He sends me money every half month, but he never lets me see him. He said that his workplace was full of rude men, which would scare me. Now that you mention it, I won't ask again. He is really capable and his living expenses are getting more and more comfortable. There is even spare money to buy nice clothes and lipstick.

In the blink of an eye, I am a junior. One day my wallet was stolen by a thief, and I was penniless for a while. Recalling that I accidentally said that I rented a place, I asked all the way to find it. He's not here, and the workmate who lives with him said, I'll take you to him.

It never occurred to me that his workmates took me under the chimney of the funeral home. As soon as I approached, there was a biting cold that made me tremble all over. The worker pointed to his hand: hey, he is very busy up there.

That chimney is 150 meters high and towering into the sky. He is wearing red overalls, flying in the air like a pigeon with blood. Seeing my extreme surprise, the workmate said, you don't know what your brother is doing? This is called chimney cleaner, which is to dust the cremator. This job is dirty, tired and dangerous, and few people are willing to do it, so the salary is high. The workmate looked me up and down, and then said, in this line of work, you have to put up with the disgusting smell of corpses, you will choke some ashes and powder, and your lungs will be easily polluted. From time to time, we will go to the hospital for intravenous drip to relieve inflammation, but your brother has never been reluctant to part with it, always saying that his sister wants money. I'm not talking about you. Look at this suit you're wearing. Can I at least give my brother an anti-inflammatory injection for a few days?

At noon in June, my face is as hot as the ground, so hot that it will melt me. I looked back at him, tears kept flowing out. It seems that after a century, he finally came down exhausted and his face was dark and shiny. He was surprised when he saw me and blamed the workmates for not bringing me. I cried and hugged him: Brother, I owe you too much, and our family owes you too much.

He was obviously not used to my hug, blushed and clumsily advised me. The more he advised me, the more I cried. He was in a hurry and said incoherently, do you remember that word? Don't forget to call me brother. Since we are brother and sister, what debts do we have?

I threatened my parents not to ask him for money again on the grounds of dropping out of school. He should have a decent job and make plans for his future when he is old enough to get married. (Sad) Under my pressure, he went back to his hometown to learn car driving, and then bought a second-hand taxi with others.

He felt guilty about spending the money saved for me to buy a car. He drives around the clock, trying to earn it back quickly. There's nothing I can do about him. I'm just looking forward to graduating soon. When I work, he is relieved that we can all live a happy and relaxed life.

After graduation, I was assigned to the best hospital in the city. My face is getting worse and worse, my cough is getting worse and worse, and I always catch a cold and have a fever. With the intuition of medical staff, I have a fear that I dare not think the worst. But he refused to accompany me to the hospital for examination until my birthday.

Passers-by gave me a surprised look. A man in a white coat sat under a tree like a madman, crying like nobody's watching. How can I control myself? All his life, he has struggled in hardships every day since he was a child. For me and this family, he is overdrawing his life. In his heart, he thinks he is my brother, so he owes me and should do it for me. It suddenly dawned on me that he had already known his illness, otherwise he wouldn't have waited until my birthday, and he bought me a laptop with all his savings and told me to have a good time.

After the tears run out, it is calm. I stood up, and I wanted to go home and tell him: Brother, I want to cure you, even if I lose everything. If nothing else, just because you are my brother.

A collection of melancholy Gothic sad sentences

A collection of melancholy Gothic sad sentences

1, with your tomorrow, everything is perfect for me.

2. Friends who had nothing to say before are the same now.

How can I walk alone in such a big world?

4. The palm of your hand suddenly grows a winding curve.

In my heart, your shoulder is my strongest support.

Right or wrong is for me to affirm, and sadness is for me to react.

7. Where is the light? Where are you? I can't help thinking of you.

8. Is there anyone who will always wait for me in the same place? Even though I have gone far, I can still see him later.

9. Your name is in my mind.

10, if you don't love yourself, who can you expect to love you?

1 1, I want you to see that I am very happy, and the sadness needs me to digest slowly.

12, I think you must like me now. I have learned your favorite cheerfulness.

13, are you all right without me?

14, I believe you are just afraid of hurting me, not lying to me, and you will be willing to give up if you love me very much.

15, I can't let go, so I can bear this pain.

16, I want to quit early. I don't have to grow old together.

17, I miss you so much

18. Without you, I will never reach the paradise I want to go to.

19, this is a kind of pain that I dare not see, which makes me miss you more and more.

20. The shining city can't compare with the heavy sadness hidden inside.

2 1, let the past be peaceful, and don't entangle with your heart.

22, don't want to face him to leave, escape is not a good way, but it is the only way.

23. You are my excuse for not loving others.

24. The city you gave me will be designated as a prison.

25, if I say I have always loved him.

26. You are not as nostalgic as you think. Memories cannot change your tenderness.

27. I pretended that the past was unimportant and found that I couldn't do it.

28. I have always been alone, and I have never been accompanied.

29. When I woke up, I still closed my eyes. Only in this way can I keep my dream.

30. You are not Youlemei. I can't hold you in my hand.

3 1, I will tell myself every day that I am fine and happy.

Close your eyes, you will be by my side, but I can't find you when I open my eyes.

33. Is it possible to understand only after separation?

Look back at me as my last request.

35. You and I, looking back a thousand times in the crowd and meeting again, what kind of dialogue will there be?

36. I saw the sunset gradually, and I clearly knew that you couldn't come back.

37. I hope I can walk with you all my life with tears in my eyes.

38. You need to be lonely and noisy. I need lonely silence. No longer intersect.

39. A city that likes night, a city with neon lights.

40. Can you let me into your heart, and don't let all this become my dream?

Sad mood sentences, about where the soul went in past lives and this life.

If you don't really treat me, forget it!

Looking up, I found that the sky is still the same without you.

I wish someone could say to me: you don't have to change yourself, I'll get used to you.

She said: She began to be afraid of the sun, afraid that the sun would expose her small flaws, and afraid that others would see her dark place.

My world is so dark, who can give me a lamp?

When I said I wanted to be alone, I actually needed you more than ever.

I really tried my best. No matter how much I don't want to, nothing can change.

Some people are destined to wait for others, and some people are destined to be waited for. It's better to meet once than never.

Meng Po Tang, what a coincidence-where did past lives's soul go?

Honey, the sky is very big and wonderful.

It's nice to see us women who laugh like flowers all day.

Tears, tears for what? Tears are a kind of happiness.

Like a tired bird, empty and quiet.

In this world of flowers, don't take it seriously.

I finally understand that love is not that I love you. You will love me.

Crying is fun. Sadness is also chic.

What is left behind the strong?

Dear, I can't wish you happiness.

I haven't seen your familiar face for a long time.

The so-called love at first sight, finally let go.

I want to live our own life, so let's break up!

It's easier to cry than to laugh … in fact, it's better to be cold-blooded.

What do you care? I really don't understand. I don't need charity.

I don't care about your past, because everyone has a past. I like you now.

How difficult is ordinary life?