a family of three

Dad finally lived in our house as he wished, and the most unhappy person in the family is my brother.

When Dad and Uncle Fang left the room, I got under my brother's quilt again.

So of course I woke up in my brother's bed the next day.

When I woke up, my brother had already got up, and when I woke up with blurred eyes, my brother was busy in the kitchen.

A faint fragrance came out, and the one on the sofa finally reacted, and then rushed to the bathroom to grab the basin with me.My father's disrespect for the old was exchanged for my strong contempt.

When I came out of the bathroom, my brother was putting breakfast for two on the living room table.

Seeing me coming out, my brother complained to me with a green stem dancing on his forehead: "Look at that sofa, it's just an eyesore."

Indeed, the quilt that was carried from my room was tucked up on the sofa like a cloth nest, turning my elegant dark gray sofa into a piece of garbage.

Brother complained and sat down at the dining table.Then, Dad came out of the bathroom, first opened his eyes and stared at the plate shared by two people on the table, and then asked in frustration: "Why don't you have a share for me?"

My brother and I each gave him a cold look.

I said, "Dad, you can clean up the sofa." I really wanted to sigh, and I did.

Dad also sighed, walked over and returned the quilt on the sofa back to my room, and then dragged the big bag he carried into my room.

My brother looked at the restored living room, showed a thoughtful expression, and then pulled me into his ear: "Let your father live in your room, and you move over to my place."

"Yeah? Why?" I thought to myself, does that mean that my father has lived here permanently.

"It's better than seeing that face when I wake up in the morning." The elder brother curled his lips unbearably.After a pause, the elder brother said, "Tell him again tonight. Also, don't give him the keys to the house!"

"Yeah? If we're late..." I suddenly realized that it was a stupid question to ask.

"Then... let him wait outside the door." The elder brother's intonation gave the listener a sense of unattainable.It also made me feel cold.

"Hmph~~" Brother sneered: "If you are smart, you will come back later, then I don't have to face that face so sadly."

Hearing this sentence, I thought in a cold sweat: Is Dad such a smart person?Or is Dad willing to be that smart man?

In fact, although I don't have anything extreme to object to the way my father looks at my brother, I don't support my father's idea.But that doesn't seem to be something that can be explained with thoughts.

Although my brother has never been married, I have never even thought about this issue, but I don't think my brother should find a man to live his life.Even if I help my father live in this house, it's not because I want to help my father pursue my brother, but because I really hope to live under the same roof with the only relative in the world.

Although I said that I didn't give my father the keys to the house, but because I came home early from school, it didn't really happen that my father had to stand in the corridor and wait for the door.

After staying here, the father sometimes returns home earlier than his elder brother. Although the father does not know how to cook, the father takes the initiative to clean up the house.However, he only dared to do these things when his brother was not at home. When his brother came back, he obediently retreated into his room which was mine before.Because he knew that his brother was annoying him, so my father consciously ate outside before coming back.

As a result, the atmosphere at home became weird, because even if we stayed inside for so many hours at night, we would occasionally bump into each other at the door of the toilet, and after getting up in the morning, we would inevitably bump into each other .

The normal way we get along is that when my brother is washing in the kitchen, my father will go to the living room to watch TV with me, and after my brother comes out, my father will go back to the room and play cats.Dad didn't shower until my brother and I showered and went to bed.In the morning, when my brother was cooking in the kitchen, my father would get up to wash up. When we were eating, my father would say hello to me and then go out.

Then, today is the first weekend of the three of us living together. After getting up in the morning, my brother made breakfast as usual.

After breakfast, I occupied the computer in my brother's room. After my brother finished cleaning, he would flip through the newspaper or read the news in the living room.

The strange thing is that Dad didn't get up until ten o'clock in the morning.

Although playing games is very fun, but I always feel that my father will not stay in bed. I am still very worried. When I think of it, my father had a little cough a few days ago, and finally couldn't help running to the living room, ready to go into my room to see look.

My brother saw me running out and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Why doesn't Dad get up?" I said, and opened the door.

The elder brother said without hesitation: "I can't afford to love you." He went to his room.

When I entered the room, my father was still lying on the bed. The room with the window closed was very stuffy, so I went to the window and opened it.

Dad heard the voice, leaned out from under the quilt, and said in a rustling voice, "It's Yuran."

"Dad, what's the matter with you?" I lay down on the bed and asked.

Dad sat up and reached for the glass on the bedside table, but it was empty.

I reached out and touched Dad's forehead, and sure enough, it was hot.

I took the cup in my father's hand and poured water in the living room, and my father took the cup to drink water in a state of depression.

"I'll ask my brother if he has any medicine." I said, ready to go out.

Dad stopped me: "Bring me my bag."

I handed the bag to my dad on the table next to the closet, and my dad took the wallet out and handed it to me, saying: "Don't go to your brother, go to the community clinic to find your uncle Fang, just ask him to prescribe medicine." Dad With that said, he coughed twice, and lay back on the bed again.

I sighed, and suddenly felt that my father was actually quite aggrieved. Although my father lived in our house because he was playing tricks and even said ugly things, although my father did like my brother, but after he moved in, he didn't really love him. What kind of plans are there for my brother, but I always look for opportunities to get close to me, as if I want to make up for some things that I owe me over the past ten years.

Thinking about some things I didn't have, I ran back to my brother's room and said, "Brother, I'll go out for a while."

My brother glanced at me: "Who are you going to play with again? Come back for lunch."

I "cut": "I'll just go downstairs and come back."

"Where are you going downstairs?" My brother asked, turning the chair from the computer desk.

"Go to Uncle Fang and you'll be back." I changed my clothes and said.

My brother glared at the neighbor with clear eyes: "Don't tell me, I don't know anything." He buried his head back and continued playing games with my account.

"Brother, you are really good." I buttoned up my coat and ran to the computer to take a look: "Do you want to play with yourself and practice a number? You like to talk to others when you go up. Don't know who it is."

Brother curled his lips: "It's good that I didn't prohibit you from playing, but you still protest? Be careful, I will confiscate your account."

"Treacherous!!" Protested: "I'm going downstairs."

"Yeah." My brother agreed.