Chapter 3 — The House of the Past Life

From the moment my brother entered the door, he wore gloves throughout the entire process, only touching tools and pipes. The first time Lieu Kim Chi brought water closer, pretended to slip, and actively rushed toward my brother. My brother leaned away. The second time, she pretended to fall in the bedroom, luring my brother in to help her. My brother entered the door and helped her up. She stood next to the bed, looking left and right. Then, he tore his clothes and rushed to the door to sit down. “Save lives!” “He bullies me!” At this point, a series of cold air inhalations rang out in the office. The people in the group who had scolded my brother just now lowered their heads one by one. My brother sat next to me, his fingers were cold. I reached out and grabbed his hand. In my previous life, I couldn't wait for this moment. He risked his life and said he didn't touch her. But no one wants to consider his innocence as important. In this life, I want everyone to open their eyes and see. The fourth segment is the public camera in the hallway. Phung Thieu An arrived at court six at ten fifty-seven p.m. He didn't knock on the door. He hid in the corner between the sixth and a half and seventh floors, set up a phone stand, and adjusted the lens. He was already here hugging the tree waiting for the rabbit. I played a phone recording again. That's when I stood at the door filming, accidentally recording the conversation in the stairwell. Phung Thieu An lowered his voice and said: "Auntie, stop crying, don't say details." “The more details, the easier it is to be checked.” "If you keep saying you're scared, saying you don't want to remember, netizens will imagine it for themselves." "The compensation price for their house is high, just threaten them and they will pay it." The light from the projection screen shines on Phung Thieu An's face. His face was pale, his forehead was sweaty. Lieu Kim Chi suddenly fell limp in his chair. “It was Thieu An who taught me.” “It says old people just need to cry a little, no one will believe it.” Phung Thieu An suddenly shouted: "Shut up!" The police immediately stopped him. “Pay attention to emotions.” I looked at them. “One wants a house, one wants traffic.” “Is my brother's innocence that cheap in your eyes?” Lieu Kim Chi covered his face and cried. But this time, no one stepped forward to help her. The police closed the window. "The people involved followed us to the station to receive the investigation." Phung Thieu An suddenly reached out and wanted to steal my phone. The police immediately pressed him back. Livestream hasn't turned off yet. Comments blew up. This time, the person surrounded to watch the trial was no longer my brother. 6 When Lieu Kim Chi and Phung Thieu An were led away, the downstairs was crowded with people. Someone was holding a phone. I stood at the door of the unit, my voice very cold. “Please, everyone, turn in full.” “The person who was led away by the police was the person suspected of slander and extortion, not my brother.” Several phones slowly lowered. Tan Lap Quoc walked up to my brother, his face red. “Tieu Luc, sorry.” “Just now I was impatient and said a damn thing.” My brother did not immediately respond. He bowed his head and looked at his hands. Those hands know how to fix lights, turn water pipes, cook noodles for me, and stay up all night to change towels for me when I have a fever. I opened my mouth for him: "We've heard your apology." “Whether you forgive me or not is my brother's business.” Tan Lap Quoc stood there awkwardly. A long time later, my brother said: "Your house is damaged, go find the person who actually released the water and ask for compensation." After he finished speaking, he turned and went upstairs. Don't say it's okay. Finally, he no longer carries other people's mistakes on himself anymore. After returning home, it was almost dawn. My brother sat at the dining table, still holding that sports camera on his collar. The red light is off. His voice was hoarse and low: "Tinh Tinh, if it weren't for this..." My heart ached. “So it must be there later.” He raised his head to look at me. “Why did you think about these things before?” I was silent. On the wall hang old photos of my parents. In the photo, they smile very young. After my parents died, my brother raised me. He gave up going to school elsewhere and stayed in the city to work. During the day, he drives a car at a logistics company, and at night carries goods for people. As long as I say what I want to eat, no matter how tired I am, he will make it for me. In his previous life, he was forced to die

n jumping from a building, I thought countless times, if I could have been stronger a little sooner, it would have been better. If I don't trust others to reason, that's fine. Now, I can't tell you that I came back from that hell. I can only say: “I dreamed a dream.” "In the dream, you were slandered, I couldn't protect you." My brother's eyes turned red. He reached out and patted my head. “Idiot.” “Aren't you okay?” My nose stung, I almost cried. The next day, the trend online completely reversed. Phung Thieu An's cut livestream was spread everywhere. Especially Lieu Kim Chi's sentence "transfer the name of the sixth floor house to me", was like a slap on the face of all those who followed and scolded him. The comment area has a different look. “Because the house was moved, it's too cruel.” “Really good people cannot help casually.”