feel the scar on the top of his head. Wang Chuanyun can't figure out how he has such tenacious life will. "Maybe it's for him." Wang Chuanyun pointed to a new hut near the gate and said ambiguously. Then he picked up the rice from the half pot and came to the door of the cottage. In the hut, a thinner old man is lying on the bed, and there is a piece of leftover cake on the bed. He is Wang Chuanyun's brother, Wang Chuantai. "The house was built for us by the government. This is the best room in the family, so I let my second brother live. " The old man said that there were some good hearted people who sent them some delicious food from time to time. "Yesterday, a good heart sent a cake, and I left it to him."
the reporter and Wang Chuanyun walked into the hut with a strong smell of sweat and stool, but the old man didn't feel it. Naturally, he sat down to Wang Chuantai's side to feed him, and from time to time he erased the rice grains glued to his brother's face.
"you have been in a new house for a year, and even the door can't get out. I cook and feed, and I help you clean up. I'm really tired." Wang Chuanyun murmured. It seems that he understood his brother's words. Wang Chuantai opened his mouth to say something, but he could not make any noise for a long time. "You see, you can't get up, you can't see your eyes, and you can't speak now." Wang Chuanyun looked at Wang Chuantai and said, "I'm getting worse and worse. What if I leave early?"