Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

A few days later, my sister seemed to be reborn, and she walked out gracefully from the shackles of her inner demons. There was more warmth and determination in her smile.

"How was it? Brother, I played really well today. Everyone even threw gifts up to me."

My sister put her hands on her hips and said to Mo Yun

"That's great! I hope you can do better and better in the future."

Mo Yun rubbed her sister's head and said softly

"Of course. I want to combine the guzheng and rhythm. Only in this way can I lead our sect further and protect my brother."

The sky with dark purple fingers said loudly

"Hahaha, that's great, but I need to finish the current task first. Let's practice some more."

Mo Yun said with a deliberately stern face and walked away

"Meow, wait and see, brother, hehe, if I can't roll you to death, I'll roll you to death. You will definitely see my achievements."

Mo Zi is secretly plotting something again.

She became exceptionally cheerful, her former melancholy vanished, replaced by a passion and anticipation for life. As her brother, I, too, quietly changed, becoming more delicate and gentle, and showing her even more love and care.

The deep brotherly and sisterly love between us is like a ray of sunshine in winter, warm and bright.

The mother is about to welcome the birth of a new life. This joy is like a spring breeze blowing through her heart, making the whole family immersed in happiness.

"Brother, let's go out and play. I want to buy something for the new baby."

Mo Zi rushed into his brother's room early in the morning and woke him up.

"Okay, wait for your brother to wash up, and I will go with you right away."

Mo Yun was also helpless and could only follow

My younger sister was even more excited. She carefully selected many small and cute gifts, each of which contained her deep blessings and expectations for her unborn sister.

"Hey, I bought so many, the little guy will definitely like me."

Mo Zi was holding a bunch of dolls and grinning foolishly

"Oh my god, the little girl is in trouble."

Mo Yun felt helpless looking at the silly girl over there.

From soft blankets to delicate hair accessories, each gift reveals her sister's care and love. She often caresses these gifts, imagining the wonderful time she spent with her little sister, with a maternal light in her eyes.

……

Two and a half days later, when the afterglow of the setting sun lazily sprinkled on the dining table, our family sat around it. It should have been a warm and peaceful moment, but a sense of unease quietly filled the air.

"Look, look, this is the dish I researched! It's absolutely delicious. You guys should admire me."

My younger sister A Zi's face was filled with unprecedented seriousness and anticipation. The dishes she carefully prepared exuded an enticing aroma, as if it was a declaration of her love for her family.

However, this warmth is about to be broken by a sudden storm.

Just as we were enjoying the delicious food and sharing the little things in our daily life, my mother's face suddenly turned extremely pale and a trace of imperceptible pain flashed in her eyes.

"Well"

Her body trembled slightly, and then she slowly fell back against the chair as if she had lost her support.

"bump"

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, the laughter and joy at the dinner table stopped abruptly, and was replaced by dead silence and fear on the faces of the family members.

"bump"

A cup fell to the ground and broke.

"Alan, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

"Mother x2 (what's wrong) are you okay?"

Father Yu Shi stood up almost instinctively, his movements swift and powerful, as if trying to catch something that was about to slip away.

He carefully picked up his mother, taking every step with extraordinary determination, but his eyes revealed an unconcealable panic and helplessness.

Alan

He gently placed his mother on the bed. His eyes, which were usually full of wisdom and calmness, were now filled with anxiety and worry.

"Go quickly! Go find a doctor!" My father's voice was low and rapid, with an unquestionable power.

The cry was like a thunderclap, instantly shattering the silence in the room and awakening the panic in our hearts.

"I understand. Father, my sister and I will be there right away. Don't worry."

My sister A Zi and I stood up almost at the same time. Our hearts were beating like drums and our steps were hurried and hurried, as if we were racing against time to fight for a glimmer of hope for our mother.

The whole room was filled with a tense and depressing atmosphere, and everyone's breathing became heavy and rapid.

"Brother, is mother okay? How could she collapse suddenly?"

"Don't worry, Ah Zi. Dad will take good care of Mom. Let's go find a doctor!"

Our hearts are filled with fear of the unknown, worry about our mother's safety, and complex emotions about the upcoming new life.

"Ok"

Mo Zi looked at her brother's worried face, and she began to panic.

At this critical moment, the power of family is infinitely magnified. We are closely connected and face this sudden challenge together.

"Doctor, please go and see my mother."

"Okay, don't worry, little one. Let's hurry on and tell me what the situation is."

The doctor's figure rushed across the threshold like a savior, with an air of professionalism and calmness that could not be ignored.

He quickly and carefully checked Mother Molan's condition, with a furrowed brow and a serious expression. At that moment, the uneasiness in our hearts seemed to be grasped tightly by an invisible hand, almost suffocating us.

"This is an emergency. We need to prepare for the birth immediately." The doctor's words were brief and forceful, leaving no room for hesitation. He then turned and ordered the three of us to leave. "Please wait outside. I'll handle this."

We were pushed out of the room by this irresistible force, and the door slammed shut behind us, blocking our sight but not the concerns and worries in our hearts.

"Alan, you have to be okay!"

My father, Yu Shi, stood at the front. His back looked unusually tall, but I could feel his body trembling slightly. It was a complex emotion of deep love and fear for his wife.

He clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he was silently fighting against his inner anxiety.

Every moment he waited outside, Father Yu Shi's heart seemed to be experiencing a silent storm.

He stood there, his body straight, but the waves in his heart were difficult to calm down.

His eyes sometimes stared at the tightly closed door, as if he wanted to see through the wooden board and see the current condition of his wife Molan; sometimes he looked into the distance, as if looking for a trace of strength to make himself feel at ease.

His heart was filled with a complex web of emotions. On the one hand, he was deeply worried and afraid for his wife. He was afraid of losing her and afraid that she would be hurt in any way during this life-threatening situation.

This fear was like an invisible hand, tightly strangling his heart and making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"What's wrong? Is this little difficulty of your husband's bothering you?"

"This isn't what's written here, sir. It should be written like this."

"I'm so lucky to have you, Alan!"

He kept replaying every warm moment he spent with his wife in his mind. Those images were like a warm current, trying to warm his cold heart and give him the strength to persevere.

On the other hand, he is also full of anticipation and joy for the upcoming birth of his child, the fruit of his and Molan's love, the new life they have been looking forward to together.

He imagined what his child would look like, and how he or she would grow and explore the world in the future. This anticipation was like a ray of light, illuminating the darkness in his heart and allowing him to find a glimmer of hope and comfort amidst his anxiety and fear.

"I'm so useless! If only I had rhyme skills, I could be ahead of Alan in everything. I really haven't fulfilled my responsibilities as a good husband!"

However, what he felt more was a sense of powerlessness and self-blame. He blamed himself for not being able to bear the pain and danger for his wife, and he longed to rush in and use his own strength to protect her.

"Alan, you must hold on!"

But the reality left him with nothing but to stand here, waiting, praying, and anxiously awaiting the outcome. This feeling of powerlessness made him feel unprecedentedly frustrated and depressed.

"Father"

My sister A Zi and I snuggled up to our father. The three of us formed a small group, giving each other unspoken support and comfort.

Everything around me became blurry and distant, leaving only the worry for my mother's safety in my heart, surging like a tide.

Tick, tick, tick

At this moment, time seemed to slow down abnormally, and every second seemed to be stretched to the extreme.

The three of us were either standing or sitting, our eyes drifting towards the closed door from time to time, praying silently in our hearts, hoping that our mother would be safe.

"Alan, you have to hold on!"

My father would occasionally whisper to himself. It was his encouragement and call to my mother. Although his voice was weak, it was full of strength and affection.

While we waited, we tried to distract each other with conversation, but the topic always revolved around the mother and the unborn child.

"See? Mother works very hard, so we two can't make her worry."

"Okay, I understand, brother. I will never make mother angry again and will help her well."

We talked about our mother's daily hard work and dedication, and recalled those warm and beautiful times. Every memory made our hearts more closely connected.

"Brother, do you want to see the new sister? Will she be as cute as A Zi?"

"Of course I hope so. He is my brother's favorite, just like you. I will welcome him very much."

At the same time, we are full of anticipation and curiosity about the upcoming new life, imagining what he (she) will look like and guessing his (her) personality.

However, this expectation and curiosity cannot completely cover up our inner anxiety and uneasiness.

We exchanged worried glances from time to time, trying to find a little comfort and courage in each other's eyes.

We know that we need to be stronger and more united at this moment, because our mother is going through a test of life, and we are her strongest support.

"嘤嘤嘤"

Finally, after a long and agonizing wait, the clear cry of a baby was heard in the room.

"Great, mother, she succeeded."

"Yes, father and mother will definitely make sure that mother and child are safe, don't worry too much."

At that moment, an indescribable joy and excitement surged in the hearts of the three of us.

We smiled at each other, tears and laughter gleaming in our eyes. It was a joy that our mother was safe and sound, and also a welcome and blessing for the arrival of a new life.

The door slowly opened, and the doctor's tired but smiling face appeared in front of us.

"Fortunately, I live up to my fate"

He told us that the mother had given birth successfully and both mother and child were safe.

At that moment, all our worries and fears vanished, replaced by overwhelming happiness and gratitude.

We couldn't wait to rush into the room, wanting to see with our own eyes the little life that made us worry so much, and the brave and great mother.