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这个家，就像一个永远无法堵上的漏水的木桶。而我，陈旭，就是那个一边拼命往里舀水，一边眼睁睁看着水从无数个窟窿里流走的傻子。

“老公，我弟那个工作，领导总针对他，干得不开心，要不让他辞职算了？”饭桌上，老婆林薇一边给儿子夹菜，一边用商量的语气说着试探的话。

我扒着饭，没抬头：“辞职了，他住哪？吃什么？”

“先住我们家呗，你又不是不知道，妈那房子就那么点大。他一个大小伙子，总不能跟妈挤一间房吧？”

看，话术就是这么练成的。从“让他辞职”，到“住我们家”，过渡得如此丝滑，仿佛天经地义。

“我上个月的奖金，是不是在你那？”我继续问。

林薇眼神闪躲了一下：“哎呀，我弟前阵子不是手头紧嘛，我先借他应应急。都是一家人，你一个大男人，跟你小舅子计较什么？”

“一家人”这三个字，是她无往不利的武器。结婚五年，这三个字像一道金牌，允许她的弟弟林涛，以及她身后的整个原生家庭，可以随时随地、无限制地从我这里攫取资源。

林涛，我那个著名的小舅子，二十五岁，眼高手低，换工作的频率比我换手机壳还勤。每次辞职的理由都冠冕堂皇：领导是傻子，同事是小人，公司没前途。然后心安理得地住进我家，吃我的，用我的，顺便用我老婆给的钱，去跟朋友喝酒泡吧，高谈阔论他下一个“必定能赚大钱”的宏伟蓝图。

而我的老婆林薇，一个被“亲情”深度洗脑的女人。在她眼里，她弟弟永远是那个需要被保护、被支持、被理解的“孩子”。她的人生信条似乎只有一条：我弟不就是你弟吗？我爸妈不就是你爸妈吗？

我咽下最后一口饭，看着她那张写着“理所当然”的脸，突然觉得很累。这不是爱，这是寄生。我每个月两万多的工资，要还一万二的房贷，剩下的一万多，就像扔进水里的盐，迅速溶解在这个家里，看不见，听不响，只留下一片咸得发苦的滋味。

“这个月房贷，你来还。”我放下碗筷，平静地看着她。

林薇的脸立刻拉了下来：“陈旭，你什么意思？你是不是觉得我没上班，在家吃你的喝你的了？我带孩子不辛苦吗？我操持这个家不累吗？再说了，我弟现在是困难时期，我们当姐姐姐夫的，不就应该拉他一把吗？等他以后出人头地了，还能忘了我们？”

她永远有道理。一套完美的逻辑闭环，把所有的索取都包装成了“付出”和“远期投资”。

我笑了笑，没再说话。我站起身，走进书房，关上门。我知道，争吵是这个世界上最无用的行为。它解决不了问题，只会暴露我的无能和愤怒。

我打开电脑，看着屏幕上那个不断跳动的项目进度条。这是我拼了命才争取到的一个机会，一个价值千万的市政配套工程项目。如果能顺利完成，我不仅能拿到一大笔奖金，还能升上部门总监。到时候，换个大点的房子，给儿子报个好点的兴趣班，甚至……甚至可以考虑摆脱这个无底洞。

窗外是城市的万家灯火，每一盏灯下，或许都有一个和我一样，被生活压得喘不过气的人。但我清楚，我的窒息，不完全来自于生活，而是来自于枕边人那无尽的“奉献”。

她奉献的，是我的血肉。

The tipping point didn't arrive with a bang, but with the chilling silence of a hospital corridor. My son, Lele, had been diagnosed with a severe case of allergic asthma. The doctor's advice was clear: get a top-tier air purification system for our home and consider a specialized treatment course. The total cost was around fifty thousand RMB. It wasn't a small amount, but it was for our son's health—non-negotiable.

"Don't worry," I told Lin Wei, holding her hand outside the doctor's office. "I've been saving up. I have about sixty thousand in a separate account for emergencies. We'll buy the purifier tomorrow and book the treatment."

She nodded, her eyes red. For a fleeting moment, I saw the woman I married, a mother concerned for her child, not the sister shackled to her brother. That moment of shared vulnerability gave me a false sense of security.

The next day, I transferred the sixty thousand to our joint account, which Lin Wei primarily used. "The purifier model the doctor recommended is available online. Can you place the order? I have to rush to a site meeting," I told her in the morning.

"Okay, leave it to me," she said, her voice reassuring.

All day at work, my mind was a mess. I pictured Lele's wheezing, his small face struggling for breath. But underneath the worry was a sliver of hope. We were tackling this problem together, as a family.

That evening, I came home to find Lin Wei looking unusually flustered. The air purifier hadn't been delivered.

"Did you order it?" I asked, trying to keep my voice even.

"I... I was about to," she stammered, not meeting my eyes. "Something came up."

A cold dread began to creep up my spine. I took out my phone and opened our banking app. My hands were trembling slightly.

The joint account balance: ¥87.50.

Sixty thousand RMB. Gone.

"Lin Wei," I said, my voice dangerously low. "Where is the money?"

She flinched. The truth came out in a torrent of defensive justifications. "It was Tao... His business idea... He found a partner, they're starting a new media company. They just needed fifty thousand for the initial investment! He swore he'd pay it back double in three months! This is his big chance, Chen Xu! I couldn't just watch him miss it!"

I felt the world tilt on its axis. The sounds of the city outside faded into a dull roar. All I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears.

"The money," I whispered, each word a shard of ice, "was for Lele. For his treatment. For the air he breathes."

"Lele's condition isn't that urgent! We can save up again!" she retorted, her voice rising. "But my brother's opportunity won't wait! He's my only brother! If he makes it, he'll take care of all of us! Can't you see the bigger picture?"

The bigger picture. I saw it alright. A picture of my son gasping for air while his uncle used his lifeline to fund a fantasy. A picture of my wife, who, when forced to choose between her son's health and her brother's whim, didn't even hesitate.

In that moment, something inside me broke. It wasn't my heart, that had been chipped away for years. It was the last thread of hope, the naive belief that she could be reasoned with, that our small family unit was her priority.

The love I had for her curdled into something cold and hard. It was a tumor of pure, silent rage.

"Okay," I said, my voice eerily calm. I stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

"What do you mean, 'okay'?" she asked, confused by my lack of shouting.

I stopped at the door and turned to look at her. I didn't see my wife anymore. I saw a stranger. An accomplice to the theft of my child's future.

"It means I understand," I said, a hollow smile forming on my face. "I understand everything perfectly now."

That night, I didn't sleep in our bed. I sat in the study, the city lights mocking me. The war was over. My unconditional surrender had been rejected. Now, it was time to plan the annihilation.