After being bullied, my sister slit her wrists and tried to commit suicide. My parents' hair turned white overnight. The three little beasts grinned and said: "We are minors, the law can't sentence us. What can you do to me?" I smiled too: "I can make you wish you were dead but unable to die!" 01 I was in class when my mom called. After answering, there was silence for a long time, only intermittent sobbing. I don't know why, but my heart was beating fast. Finally, my mom gathered enough strength and cried out: "Julian, something happened to your sister!" I asked for leave immediately, didn't even pack my clothes, and took a taxi to the station. "Mom, I'm coming back now. Don't worry, tell me what happened first?" My mom was crying and gasping, repeating one sentence over and over: "Your sister was beaten—" I called my sister, but no one answered. Tried my dad, no answer either. My hands were shaking so much I could hardly hold the phone. I entered my sister's school and her name on Twitter. Saw a video with tens of thousands of views, I clicked it open— A thin girl lay on the ground, protecting her head. Three girls surrounded her, taking turns stepping on her face. After half a minute, one girl said: "Let's cut this little bitch's hair, see if she can still be coquettish?" So she squatted down with a grin, grabbed the girl's hair on the ground, and cut it off with a "snip snip" sound. The girl covering her face curled into a ball, trying to hide her head in her stomach. The three perpetrators got even more excited: "Still fucking dare to hide, huh?!" They cooperated tacitly. One straddled the girl, pressing her arm with knees, forcing her hands open. One was responsible for taking photos. One slapped her face. "Slap slap slap!" At this moment, I finally saw the face of the disheveled girl being beaten. That was my sister. The girl got tired of hitting and signaled to the person taking photos. So I heard an excited voiceover: "My turn! My turn!" She took out a marker and drew a turtle on my sister's red and swollen face. My sister couldn't break free and let out bursts of despairing howls. "Why are you like this?" One of the beasts said, "You messed up her clean face, how can she go out and be a whore?" She pulled my sister up and patted the dust off her body. Seemed like she really intended to let her go. My sister clutched the corner of her clothes, standing there at a loss. The next second, she kicked my sister's back fiercely from behind. My sister fell to the ground, and blood stains appeared on the ground quickly. Then, they rushed up, grabbed my sister's school uniform, and tore it hard. "Rip—" The comments skyrocketed at this moment. But soon, the video disappeared. "This video has been taken down." Immediately, that post was gone too. "What's wrong with you?" The driver looked at me through the rearview mirror, "Are you feeling unwell?" At this time, the taxi entered a tunnel. The car window reflected my red eyes and the bulging veins on my forehead. 02 Neighbors watching the excitement crowded the doorway. I squeezed in and saw my parents sitting on one side of the sofa, with the police in the middle, and a man in a suit and three middle-aged men sitting further out. Presumably the principal and their parents. The three little beasts were in the corner. Two lowered their heads, and the one in the middle sat on my family's fruit box, playing with her nails boredly. Seeing me come in, she poked her companion, pointed at me, said something unknown, and they laughed together. "I'll fucking kill you!" I grabbed the kettle casually and rushed over. But was held down immediately. One of the parents even took away my kettle. "Let go! Or I'll kill you together!!" The little beast in the middle hid behind her father, looking at me with a smile. The policeman came over and patted my back: "Young man, calm down. We are discussing how to solve your family's problem now. Don't make things worse." I threw off the beast parent's hand: "Okay, how do you plan to solve it?" As soon as I said this, the atmosphere became subtle instantly. Several people looked at each other, exchanging glances. Definitely holding back no good intentions. The principal pulled me aside and put his arm around my shoulder: "Are you Lily's?" "Brother." "Oh, it's like this. The school takes this matter very seriously. We severely criticized Tiffany Wang and the others, and they also promised not to do it again next time. considering they are all first-time offenders, we also hope you..." "What do you mean?" I broke free from his hand, "You want us to just let it go?" Having his inner thoughts exposed by me, the principal looked a bit embarrassed: "Oh, young man. We have suppressed the heat of this matter. You know, if that kind of thing spreads out, it's bad for Lily. After all, she is a girl..." "So what?" I laughed in extreme anger, "So should our family kneel down and kowtow to you, thanking you for your great kindness? Did you suppress it for Lily, or for these little beasts?" "Young man, you have to consider the overall situation." "Can't consider! I only know my sister was bullied!" At this time, a parent sneered: "Don't you think about why among so many people in the class, only your sister would be treated like this? Maybe she did something shameful. It takes two hands to clap, you know?!" I smashed a fist over, and colors appeared on that middle-aged man's face immediately: "Holy crap, you fucking dare to hit me!" "I'll fucking kill you!" I was dizzy with anger, preparing to beat him up when the police held me. "Young man, calm down. If you injure him, you have to pay medical expenses." Mom also came to pull me. Looking at Mom's tear-stained face, my heart softened instantly. "Officer, if we follow legal procedures, how many years will these people be sentenced?" The policeman sighed: "I understand your feelings very well, but strictly according to the law, they will at most be detained for a few days and then pay a few thousand dollars. No way, they are still minors." A few days? A few thousand dollars. My brain exploded with a hum, turned my head and saw a faint smile on the little beast's mouth corner. Hearing they would be detained, several parents worried about leaving a criminal record in the future, signaling their children with eyes. Three people quickly ran to me, bowing and apologizing. Tiffany Wang held my hand: "Sorry, we know we were wrong, promise not to do it again next time!" Hard object touch in palm, I looked down. She stuffed a bloody hairpin into my hand. Still the one I gave to Lily. A few strands of hair stuck to the hairpin, must have been pulled off Lily's head forcefully. "Fuck!" Just as I was about to slap her, her dad quickly protected her behind him. "Brother, I'm sorry!" She cried like pear blossoms bathed in rain, "Beat me, as long as you can vent your anger, you can beat me however you want." She was crying on her face, but her right hand gave me the middle finger below. "I'll fucking kill you!" "Calm down!" The police stood in the middle again, turning to them and said, "The family is emotional, let's talk about this next time, you go first!" 03 The house was quiet. It was already past ten at night, but Lily still refused to come out. We guarded in front of Lily's bedroom door, no one willing to leave. "Mom and Dad, you go to sleep first. I'll watch here," I said. "How can I rest assured with Lily like this?" Dad said. Hearing this, Mom touched his back and leaned on his shoulder. Her tears had dried up long ago, eyes red and swollen. "Maybe those guys will come again tomorrow, you need to rest well." "Yeah," Mom said, "Listen to Julian, with him here, Lily will be fine." Dad sighed heavily and left slowly. In early years, he worked on construction sites and developed a disability when carrying sandbags. His spine hurt whenever it was cloudy and rainy. Now old, medicine was useless, could only endure with patches. Looking at Dad's hunched back, my nose soured, feeling indescribably uncomfortable inside. After parents turned off the lights, I knocked on the door with a rhythm of two long, two short. This was our secret code. Before, I often took her out for late-night snacks like this, secretly stuffing snacks for her, and taking her out to play crazily after parents fell asleep. But this time, I didn't see Lily's cheerful look as I wished. "Lily," I said softly, "Brother is coming in?" I have the key to her room. Still no movement inside. I felt bad intuitively, found the key, and opened the door. Such a heavy smell of blood! Blood stained a large patch of the bed sheet red. Lily lay on her back, half of her body soaked in bloody water, several shocking wounds on her wrist. "Lily!" I picked her up and ran out crazily. "Mom and Dad, Lily slit her wrists!" 04 Hospital, 1 AM. I sat on the cold bench, staring at the closed door of the operating room. Every time a nurse went in or out, my heart trembled. I am twelve years older than Lily. Mom gave birth to her when I was in sixth grade. When pregnant, uncle teased me saying, you are going to have a sister, mom and dad won't want you anymore. So I disliked her at first. Until one day at noon after school, I saw mom discharged from the hospital, holding a pink and tender little thing. She was sleeping biting her finger, emitting a nice milky smell all over. The way mom looked at her, gentle like water overflowing. I felt sour in my heart. At this time, Lily woke up, two big bright eyes staring at me, suddenly giggled. Mom said pleasantly: "Crying and making a fuss in the hospital, smiles as soon as she sees brother. Lily likes brother too much." Only then did I feel she didn't seem that annoying. When Lily grew to three or four years old, she liked to follow behind me. Every day when I came home from school, as soon as I opened the door, I saw her pouncing over with open arms. When I did homework, Lily stood quietly beside me watching, little head resting on the table. Mom asked: "Julian, want to eat fruit?" I shook my head. So Lily said: "Brother says no." "Want to drink milk then?" I nodded. So Lily ran over happily: "Brother says yes." Mom smiled: "Lily is really brother's tail." She carefully put the milk on the table and asked: "Brother, what is a tail?" "Just likes to follow behind others." She said proudly: "Then I am brother's tail!" Growing a bit older, because of heavy family financial burden, I wanted to drop out of school to work and earn tuition for Lily. When skipping class, I was caught back by dad and punished kneeling at home to be beaten. Lily stood in front of me and said: "Not allowed to beat brother." Dad threw away the belt and suddenly covered his face crying. That was the first time I saw father cry. He said he was useless, didn't give the two children good conditions. Later, Lily told me: "Brother, you have to study hard, so you can find a good job and marry a good wife in the future..." Forgot half way reciting, turned to ask, "Mom, what's next?" So I agreed with Lily, never skip class again, will study hard and get into a good university. Lily extended her little finger: "Pinky promise, no change for a hundred years." This is our contract. Since childhood, things pinky promised, can't change even if the sky falls. Then, I went to college, Lily in middle school. Went home a few times before, found Lily talked less. I thought she just reached adolescence and was unwilling to tell me everything. I should have discovered earlier. How did I fail to discover earlier?
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