Chiba Salted Fish Legend

Chapter 578 Long-lasting Memories (7)

His words were not excited at all, neither fast nor slow, and his voice was not loud, but very cold. Everyone present, including me, was shocked.

"Hey! Don't mess around!" The policeman next to him hurriedly grabbed his shoulder and warned him, but he just looked at the man too quietly and said nothing.The gangster leaned back in fear, but he was sitting on the chair and had nowhere to go.

He was taken to the other half to warn, while another policeman stood by to warn the gangster and told him not to cause trouble.A female police officer standing next to me quietly asked me who he was.I just shook my head.

At first, I thought he was like those messy novels where he suddenly acquired some inexplicable and powerful identity after not seeing him for so long, but that was not the case.

I asked him, but he just scratched his head and said, "How can I have such a powerful identity?"

"Then why are you scaring him so much? Aren't you afraid that if he finds out, he will intensify his revenge?"

"Although I don't have such a powerful identity, I don't necessarily have to have such a powerful identity to do these things..." He looked at me and said something that I will probably never forget in my life: "I I am the brother and you are the sister, isn’t that enough?”

This is the first time I have so clearly recognized the blood relationship between us.

"I heard you threw a plate in his face." He asked me.

"Ah? What happened? He asked for it."

He shook his head: "It was too gentle. You should send him to the hospital directly so that he would never dare to be like this again."

I was speechless for a while. He probably felt too good about himself suddenly and even spoke without thinking.But when I think about what he just said in the police station, I feel that what he said may be true... my brain is a little confused.

"However, if this happens, you probably won't be able to sit still at work."

"Maybe." I sighed: "Maybe I'm really not suitable for doing these things."

"If you always look sad, the problem will not be solved."

"But smiling won't solve anything, right?" Faced with this question I had heard once, I chose to give the same answer.

"But smiling at least makes you feel better. There's always a way to solve the problem. There's always a way." He murmured to himself.

I didn't continue the conversation and went back to the apartment with him.He went out after making me dinner, which I ate alone.He seemed to have other things going on.

It was still in the afternoon when he came to see me, and the shop where he worked also called me and said that he didn't need to come in the afternoon, and the wages had already become the compensation for the plate.Although I know that my daily salary must be more than that one plate, but if he wants to say that, I have nothing to do, it is not worth it to care about such a small amount.

After I finished eating, I packed up the dishes and put them in the sink, and then returned to the bedroom. Feeling that I had nothing to do, I flipped through the middle and high school physics textbooks on the table.I quickly finished flipping through it and then decided it was no longer interesting, so I lay down on the bed again.I don’t want to just fall asleep like this. It seems that he still hasn’t taken out the quilt, so I have to remind him.

He acts so carelessly, is he really related to me by blood?

In the middle of the night, I finally heard the sound of the apartment door being pushed open.I walked out of the room and saw him walking in, a little lost.I originally wanted to blame him for coming back so late, but seeing his look like this I didn't say anything.

"came back?"

"Yeah." He responded softly, showed me a quiet smile, and then walked towards the kitchen, seemingly to boil water.He was holding a plastic bag in his hand. I couldn't see what was inside, but I kept thinking about it.

I returned to my room. His state made me a little concerned. I didn't really want to sleep.While playing with my phone, I suddenly remembered that I had to remind him to get the quilt, so I walked out of the room again, but it was very quiet outside.My movements became a little more careful, and I saw him sitting on the hard sofa, holding his hands and falling asleep.

I was about to wake him up, but something on the table in front of him caught my attention first.I quietly walked over and took a look. There was a cup that had been filled with water. There were two tablets of medicine next to it. I picked it up and took a look. It seemed to be cold medicine.Sure enough he was sick.

An uncomfortable feeling emerged from my heart.

I saw another thing next to the two, which was a piece of red folded cardboard with some festive elements on it. It seemed to be a wedding invitation.I picked it up and took a look... The man was a person I didn't know, but I knew the woman's name, Hua Shiyao. It was engraved on the broken ring. It was supposed to be his girlfriend's. That person's name.

Is she already getting married?But the target is not him?
I'm annoyed about this.Although my relationship with him is not very deep, but he is right, he is my brother, I am his sister, we are brothers and sisters, I will naturally feel angry about being bullied like this, as if I was bullied Same.

I have lost all affection for this person's name, and even imagined in my heart that the other party abandoned him because of his poor financial situation.

I will also help him avenge this.Anyone who bullies our family will definitely make her pay the corresponding price.

I put the invitation down and woke him up instead.He looked a little frightened.

"Huh? Ah... what's the matter? Are you hungry? I'll make you something to eat." He was about to stand up.

"I just came to tell you to get the quilt."

"Oh. I almost forgot again." He smiled sheepishly: "It'll be ready in a minute or two, just wait a moment."

Then he walked towards the bedroom, and I stood there with my arms folded, watching him busy.The current situation is not a good thing for either me or him.Sure enough, I still have to work hard to find a miracle. Only in this way will the status quo change.

When he walked out of the bedroom holding an old quilt, I went back to the bedroom, ready to rest, and I would continue to think of a way out tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)