blood relationship

: "Don't come and talk to me if you don't do it right, you don't deserve to be my brother."

I took my homework to the side and continued to write. I am about to take the mid-term exam, and so is the little brat. Now they are all cramming.After more than an hour, the little fool came running behind me and said to me while jumping, "I did it right this time!"

They were all right, and they were all wrong.

But it can be regarded as progress, I hugged him on my lap, poked his face and said: "It's not bad. Take the exam well, and I'll buy you meat to eat when you pass the exam."

I pinched his face again, there was really no flesh.This kid should eat more, he is growing his body at this time, he is so short and so thin, what if he loses a fight with the kids of the same grade, how embarrassing he is.

It's not like me.We eat the same amount. Not only do I grow to 1.8 meters three now, but I also have muscles. Last year I was troubled by people and I picked three by myself.This little fool looks so weak, if you take it out and don't say anything, people won't be able to tell that it's my brother.

In the mid-term exam, I took the fifth place in the grade, and my brother took the fifth place in the class.I took the ranking list and compared it, and then looked at my brother's bright eyes, and I thought it was okay, and it was okay, so I took him to eat Wallace once.

My friend works here and stuffed me with two leaflets of recent activities.I was very careful and ordered a fried chicken, two hamburgers, two cups of Coke, two packs of French fries and chicken legs to take home and eat it hot next time.

My brother ate until he had burger crumbs all over his face and oil all over his mouth.I disliked him: "Why are you so greedy, and no one is robbing you, eat slowly! If you can't fit in one mouth, divide it into two mouths!"

His cheeks were puffed up, he chewed and looked at me innocently, just like the hamsters someone sold at the school gate some time ago.

After finally swallowing it down, he took another big gulp of Coke and argued: "The air is fighting for me! If you eat too slowly, you will get cold!"

Killing me.I covered my mouth to hold back my laughter, and patted his head: "You should be smarter when you make unreasonable words."

He buried his head in eating again, but the child has a small appetite, so he barely finished the hamburger, and couldn't finish the Coke. He didn't have the stomach to put the chicken wings and drumsticks I broke off for him.

I ostentatiously poured his Coke with mine and drank it all under his accusing eyes.

"My brother bullied me." He pouted.

"After all, I'm your brother." I flaunted my power and picked up the chicken leg, as if I wanted to eat it together.Seeing that he was about to cry, I put it in the packing bag again and said, "Take it home to eat next time."

He swallowed hard and nodded vigorously, and went home with me.His hands are too small, and he kept biting them when he wore disposable gloves just now, so he took them off, and now his hands are oily, so he is embarrassed to come and hold me.I grabbed his hand and wouldn't let him take it away.

This action seemed too nasty, I stared at the road, and found another reason: "Leave it well, I don't have the money to save you if you get hit by a car."

He smiled foolishly and said yes repeatedly.

Half a fried chicken, two packs of french fries and one chicken leg, lay in my refrigerator, waiting for the next visit.

My brother can’t count his fingers anymore. He shook his head and calculated for a while, and said, “I’ll eat fried chicken tomorrow. I’ll eat French fries and chicken drumsticks the day after tomorrow, so I’ll have meat to eat!”

It's a pity he didn't eat these.

My dad came home once by chance.He seems to like drinking very much recently. Occasionally when I pass by that kind of small bar, I will see him wandering around the door.When he came back, he smelled of alcohol and was hungry. Seeing that my brother was not pleasing to the eye, he kicked me.

After all, my bones are strong, and now it doesn't hurt much to be kicked by him, so I blocked it for my brother.He shouted at the top of his voice again: "Go, get me something to eat!"

Under my brother's reluctant eyes, I warmed up the contents of the refrigerator and offered it to him.He ate rudely, and yelled while eating: "What kind of stuff is this, it's so stale!"

I pushed the little guy who wanted to make an excuse into the room, squatted down again, and comforted him in a low voice: "It's okay, don't bother him. It's not fresh anyway, I'll buy it for you next time."

4.

Don't look at me admitting it so smoothly, in fact, I really wanted to give this old guy a laxative to kill him.I've grown up so much, I'm not shorter than him, and I haven't lost a fight before, so I'm sure I won't suffer if I really fight with him who is mad.

But every time I wanted to fight him, I would look at my brother again.This little guy is less than 1.3 meters, and he didn't need to be beaten. He fell down when the wind blew.It is inevitable for children to have bumps and bumps, but this kid grew up in such a dilapidated house, but he has a young master's disease, his skin is tender, and he will bruise for several days wherever he touches, so he can't bear the beating.

I beat my dad, and the old man will definitely shift his target to beat him.If one day my dad picks up the empty box, it is not surprising that he was beaten to death.

Alas, this little oil bottle.

I can't bear to scrape a small mop bottle that can be smashed by others.

So I told my brother to take him to eat next time to appease him.This next time until the end of the term.

Fortunately, my brother doesn't have a very good memory, so he forgot about it a long time ago. When I mentioned it again, it was as if a golden pie fell from the sky, and he was very pleasantly surprised.

The little idiot had the experience of last time, he had an empty stomach before going to eat Wallace this time, and brought a set of disposable plastic forks, which were leftovers from the cake eaten by Uncle Chen's last time.He still couldn't fit gloves well, so he ate with a fork.I unloaded the hot drumsticks off the fried chicken for him, and he gleefully held the fork aloft, holding it up like a torch in imitation of the Statue of Liberty.

After I finished laughing, I yelled at him again: "Hold it up again, and the air will come to grab you again!"

He hastily put down the chicken leg, opened his mouth to bite, and the gravy on the chicken leg smeared his mouth again, making him look ugly.

I wiped his face with a paper towel and said with emotion: "I'm convinced, how can you eat so ugly."

He raised his head, looked at me with wide eyes, and retorted, "It's not ugly."

I said, "You can't see."

He pursed his mouth for a while, as if racking his brains to figure out what to answer me, and pointed to my eyes.I raised my eyebrows and heard him say, "You can see me, brother has me in his eyes."

Fuck, how can this kid be so arrogant.

I was so numb that my face became hot, I threw away the paper towel and cut it: "I can see a fart in my eyes, it's so small, you're just quibbling."

My younger brother hummed aggrievedly, and muttered, "It's my brother who doesn't believe me."

I grabbed another chicken wing and stuffed it into his mouth.Fortunately, stuffing his mouth with this thing is the most effective. He immediately grabbed it, then tried hard to fork it, and began to concentrate on eating again.

This time he was desperate and ate everything I ordered.When I asked him if he wanted to pack it back halfway, he waved his hands desperately as if he had lingering fear: "No, it won't be fresh!"

As a result, when I got home, the next morning, he licked his mouth as if nostalgic for the porridge and pickles, and complained to me: "Brother, this doesn't taste good."

"Do you know why Wallace is so delicious?" I asked him.

He replied: "Because it's meat..."

Before he finished speaking, I shook my chopsticks and interrupted: "It's because you seldom eat."

He obviously didn't understand the meaning very much, and his eyes widened in doubt.

"Things are rare and expensive, have you heard of it? No, you, a primary school student, probably haven't heard of it." I said, "Things that are rarely seen are easier to cherish. So for the next time you eat If you think it is delicious, we should eat less and eat more ordinary things, understand?"

He seemed to understand but half understood, and was led around by my logic, and finally nodded, probably still didn't understand.But that's not important, he is willing to finish his porridge, that's the point.

I took the bowl and poured the porridge into my mouth, tasting the taste as light as a bird, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

I told him so many fallacies, but in the end I couldn't even convince myself.

I also really want to eat every day, who made me have no money.

5.

Since then, my brother and I miss the smell of Wallace on average once a day.I have to make up lessons after the final exam. After all, I have to hurry up in the third year of high school.He is already on vacation, but he still wakes up with me every morning, and we have porridge and breakfast together.

Before going to class after eating, I would tell him solemnly: "I will take you to eat again when I am free to work after class."

He also nodded to me solemnly.

My brother's birthday is on January 23rd.Because we are too lazy to calculate the date every year, we celebrate our birthdays directly according to the Gregorian calendar.I can get my salary after finishing my work, and it happened to be at that time, so I treated it as celebrating his birthday together, killing two birds with one stone.

I just don't know if my dad will give money to buy New Year's clothes this year, and if he will, I won't buy it.Anyway, as a big man, it doesn't matter if you don't buy a piece of clothing, save the money for emergency use.

It's a pity that my dad is getting more and more stingy and didn't give it.

Before Chinese New Year, he took me back to my hometown once to meet relatives. My grades gave him a lot of embarrassment. That year he gave me 50 yuan lucky money for the first time.It's just that after my brother was born, he never went back, and I lost a chance to get money.

He came back on the night of the Chinese New Year, and we were able to add food.I made a table of dishes, after all, New Year's Eve dinner.My younger brother is rare in eating, and dare not be presumptuous. My dad sat in the main seat, hiccupped, and brought out a bottle of wine after the meal was full. He drank most of the bottle himself, and suddenly poured me a glass.

He said gruffly: "You are also an adult, come and do it with me!"

The yellow liquid looked disgusting, but I picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp.He laughed and poured it for me again: "Go on!"

My brother sat on the side with his head shrunk, buried in the rice.When a bottle of wine ran out, my dad kicked him under the chair, kicking his whole body.