blood relationship

"Blood Dating" Author: Yue Ban Ding Ding

brief introduction:

A child from a poor family is suddenly recognized by a rich man and taken back to live a fairy life—the above is not me, but my younger brother who has been raised for seven years.

1,

My brother and I are 12 years apart.My mother died in childbirth when he was born, so I took care of him.I made him rice cereal, changed diapers, put him to sleep.This little bastard starts to cry every time at two o'clock in the middle of the night, and I can't hold him to my bed. I don't sleep well, and it's over if I press him.

During that time, I fell from No.1 in my year to No.30 in my year, and I couldn’t get the subsidy. When I was almost hungry and grabbed my brother’s food for the third time, I considered whether I should go to work illegally.Then I found a job as a helper in the vegetable market, watching the stall for an uncle who sold vegetables. In order not to be found out, I called him Dad.It is only natural for a son to help Lao Tzu. Who would have thought that I was a child laborer?

My younger brother first learned to speak when he was two years old and called me brother.

He hardly ever said anything except his brother.

When my dad came back, I covered my brother's mouth to keep him from making a sound.But my dad snatched my younger brother, held him in his arms, poked his face cheerfully, and said, "Come on baby, call me Daddy."

My younger brother didn't understand why he was hugged by a stranger, and he stretched out his hand to me pitifully, calling, "Brother..."

I rushed over and grabbed his little hand, and calmly said to him, "Call me Dad."

"Brother! Brother!" He could only say this.

I couldn't hug him, the little bastard's mouth deflated, and he burst into tears with grievances, crying, "Brother! I hate it!"

Finished!

The smile on my dad's face suddenly distorted, he stood up suddenly, and roared: "What's the use of having you, you little idiot! You're so ungrateful at such a young age, you can't even call me daddy!"

He lifted my brother up high, and then fell hard to the ground.I barely caught it, he kicked my knee, there was a sudden pain there, I hugged the little bastard and knelt down.

Both my brother and I were beaten, and it was me who was beaten more.

My dad looks like a bear and every time he hits me it's like he's hitting me with a hammer.A two-year-old would definitely not be able to stand it, a 14-year-old would be a little better than him.

"I'm fucking your mother, you two don't know how to be an ass!" He kicked me on the back and scolded, "You made this little bastard call that on purpose, didn't you? Huh? I'm just trying to use it!" Lao Tzu, don’t you even know how to be grateful?”

He slammed the door and left.Fortunately, I was wearing thick clothes, and when I was beaten, it didn't hurt as much as before.

My brother was crying loudly in my arms, whining, his face was covered with tears and snot.I wiped it clean, and it flowed out again, and the mouth was still full of saliva.

"Woo, brother, ah..."

I want to hit him too.

Finally I patted him on the face and said, "Don't cry."

Then my eyes went black.

I can't hear the sound anymore, probably because he is really obedient and doesn't bother me anymore.

2.

After that I had a problem with my right ear.I can still hear it, but it's a little hard to hear.My brother later learned to speak other words, such as "hungry", "cold" and "hot". The child's pronunciation is slurred, and I have to lie down a little to hear it clearly.

Occasionally, when I pass by an electronics store, I will see hearing aids, and I will be very excited.Then when I saw the price, I immediately turned around and left as if I hadn't seen it.

Alas, poor people are trouble.

I used to go to kindergarten, but when my younger brother is old enough, I don't have the money to send him there.Not to mention my dad, he keeps some money at home every month, and then goes out to enjoy himself alone. I entered junior high school, and he doesn't even know where I go to school.

Fortunately, after the little bastard learned to walk and talk, I used my homework at night and my free time on weekends to teach him to recognize this and that, and bought him some children's books.Although the printing is not very good and the pictures are all in black and white, this little idiot has never seen a good one, holding a fake one as a treasure, and staying at home happily.

Before going out every day, I said to him: "Don't go out and run around. Dad is outside. If he sees you, he will beat you."

He nodded vigorously.

I said to him again: "Don't touch this, this, and this...ah, you'd better stay in the room and don't go out, if you touch something," I gestured to him, "It hurts more than being beaten. "

His head snapped like a chicken pecking at rice.

"When Dad comes back, remember to serve him tea and water and call him Dad, be good." I finally said, "If you want to scold him, keep your voice down, and scold him when I come back."

He shook my hand with the same hatred and said seriously: "Yes!"

Fortunately, he is obedient and not stupid, otherwise the road I took him to grow up must be more bumpy than the Long March.

The little bastard just managed to grow up to be six years old without incident, and then I was eighteen, an adult, and I was going to go to college after my third year of high school.Generally speaking, children don't go to school until they are seven years old, but I don't think it's a problem to keep them at home all the time.The next time my dad came back, I prepared all the procedures, and coaxed him to sign the procedures with the money I earned from working for a month.

I am in the third year of high school, and my brother is in the first grade of elementary school.The distance between the two schools is only 500 meters, but my class time is half an hour earlier than his.I thought about instilling in him a bunch of benefits of exercising, and sent him to school in advance every day to let him run on the playground for exercise, and then I sneaked into my school at the right time.

It's just a bit troublesome at night.

They finished school at five o'clock in the afternoon, and I finished school at 06:30, had an hour's rest and had to go to evening self-study until ten o'clock.On the first day, he ran to the school gate and stood there waiting for me. He was carrying a tattered schoolbag, and he looked in through the school gate.I looked down from the classroom and could just see him, his face was so small that he could almost pass through the fence of the school gate.

I found a kid from a nearby neighbor and asked him to take my brother home after school, but this kid came to my school and made me lose my mind in class.What the hell is this kid doing standing there?I am not afraid of being abducted by others.Why don't you go home and do your homework when you have this time, my mother's elementary school students are so cool, they don't even have much homework.

After class, I rushed to the school gate and scolded him, but he hid outside, took two steps back, put his hand into his trouser pocket with a frowning face, and took out two candies with difficulty.

Then he said eagerly: "I want to eat this for my brother."

How the hell do I continue to scold.

It takes only 10 minutes between classes, 2 minutes to rush from the classroom to the school gate, and 3 minutes to rush back to the stairs.

I gave him urgent criticism and education in 5 minutes, and then took him into the security room, and asked the security uncle to help me look after him.

After finally going back to take two more classes, I carried him home, my stomach growling with hunger on the way.He wanted to reach out on my back and touch it for me, but I laughed at him: "You are such a short hand, don't overestimate yourself." You can't even touch my breasts.

His stomach growled too.I said, "You'd better touch your own."

He moaned and shoved his hand into the gap between his stomach and my back, covering it there.There was no flesh in his hands, and it was too painful to put them there.

Uncle Chen's house is two floors away from mine, and I worked for him as a black worker when I was in elementary school.Later we got to know each other better, he stopped selling vegetables and opened a shop instead, I went to help him from time to time, and brought a small oil bottle to eat some food, and today I also asked his son to take my brother home.I knocked on the door of his house and asked him to give my brother something to eat, and I had to go back to school quickly.

My brother tugged at my clothes and said, "My brother hasn't eaten yet."

"Yes, I'm starving to death." I scolded him with a straight face, "In the future, if you come to me disobediently, you will still starve me, do you understand?"

As if he had been hit, he let go of his hand pitifully and nodded.

I was successful in education. On the way back to school, I bought three steamed buns and ate them with water in the classroom. Not only was I not hungry, but I was also very full.

3.

The things taught in the first grade of elementary school can be understood even by the mentally handicapped, so when my younger brother can’t calculate the addition with carry, I think it’s really weird, I can’t wait to open this little brain to see what’s inside .

"Aren't you very fast when you recognize characters?" I tapped his forehead, "Just one count! 15+7, 7 is equal to 5 plus how much?"

He counted with his fingers and told me loudly: "2!"

"What is 15 plus 5?"

He kicked off his shoes, counted to his toes, and answered me: "20!"

"What about 20 plus 2?"

"22!"

I asked, "Do you understand now?"

He asked curiously, "Why is 15 added to 5?"

I dropped the book and stopped talking to him.The little bastard put on his slippers, ran up to me, waved and called "brother, brother", dangling around, it was an eyesore to death.I pressed him on the bed and spanked his butt resentfully. As a result, the pants I wore in winter were too thick, so he didn't hurt, but my hands hurt.

He giggled: "I'll help my brother Huhu."

"Go away." I turned around, "I will be mad at you sooner or later."

He jumped on my back like a monkey, hugged my neck, and kept calling my brother in my right ear, which made my ears itch.I scolded him viciously: "If you don't go down again, I will throw you away!"

The little bastard slid off my back again, obediently sat back at the desk, took a pen, wrote a number and looked at me.Ten minutes later, he yelled loudly: "I understand!" Then he ran over and proudly unfolded the notebook for me to read.

"I know why 15+5 is needed!"

"I know there is a fart!" I slapped his butt again, "The next question is still wrong!"

His eyeballs rolled up and down: "I, I did it on purpose, I know how to do it!"

i just kick his ass