Blood and tears
Work has been more than three years, but recalls a piece of past event in the era of college age, I can't calm for a long time, and there is also worry. I have done two blood, but that is obligation, voluntarily, and every time I think of this, I remember the second brother of the next dormitory, tears can't help but drip down.
Two brothers, I was admitted to our school with a high achievement. We have fewer boys and 32 male compatriots at the 94th class. Between the little buddies is particularly familiar, especially good, playing together on the playground, learning together in the classroom, full of sunshine in life. But this thing has made me feel another side of life.
The "Eleventh" fake in Diqi semester, we took a long time for half a month. Turning over the day, when I returned to the school, the sky was already a bit cold, and the tired body was dragged in the summer, wipe it with sweat, another autumn.
When I came back, I found that he was thin, and heavy farm lived him not to rest in the day. When you want to bring some money, do your life expenses, you can look at the old father who is getting out of the external debt and appears to be extraordinary.
The second brother contained tears and came back. He wanted to earn some money, no hand, how can this semester?
The school will take him to tuned, and he is unbelieving to reach out to his classmate, because he knows how much the money can be found! Second brothers insomnia.
The next day, the second brother returned to the bedroom very late, and she was lying in bed. Looking at the face of pale, I feel some unique, "I'm brother, what's wrong with you?" Hospital. "", "I just came back from the hospital!", "Hospital! - What do you go to the hospital?", Biting his teeth: "Selling blood!", "What? ...", instantly, my tears I came out, "I'm brother, what are you doing? ...".
Second brothers did not have a thought, then, his achievements were getting worse, they did not get the degree when they graduated, returning to the rural homes, we have not contacted it for a long time.
Over the years, whenever you think of this, it seems that the blood in my body is also flowing into the annoying "sauce oil bag" ...
Two brother, are you ok?
