blood relationship

Startled, he jumped out of the chair like a rabbit.

"Go, get me another bottle!"

He ran to get it back, but I snatched it away. I bent down and said to him, "Go back to the room." My brother didn't even have time to wipe his mouth after eating, so he rushed back to the room.

My dad spat: "Fucking little thing, with its head and tail shrunk, it's not pleasing to look at."

I frowned: "Why are you scolding him again?"

He suddenly laughed: "Son, do you know why I hate him?"

How can a normal person like me know what a neuropathy thinks.I shake my head.

Holding the wine bottle, he took a big sip directly on the bottle, drunkenly: "Do you think he looks like my son? Hahaha."

In my heart, I crazily scolded him for being such an old and immortal psychopath, but I could only bring the topic away with my mouth.

He can't drink enough, and he passed out after drinking four bottles, but I'm fine and can walk normally.I carried him back to his bed like a cow and a horse, and then I didn't even have time to take a shower, so I was so tired that I fell directly on the bed in the room.

My younger brother crawled over from the other side of the bed in bright yellow pajamas, still awake.

I said, "I'll sleep for a while."

He lay beside me, not saying a word.I dozed off, and after a while, I found out what he said in a low voice.

"Speak up." I covered my eyes, "It's not like you don't know that your brother's ears are bad."

He locked eyes on my face and said, "I hate the smell of wine, just like Dad."

"Me too," I said. "It's fucking disgusting. I want to throw up."

What to say, I really want to throw up.But I couldn't go out of the room, so I asked my brother to open the window to ventilate, take a plastic bag, and vomit out of the window.The little guy stood behind me, patted my back on tiptoe, once and for all, very regular.

"Damn it, when my wings harden from now on, I'll give him pepper water until he vomits." I cursed.

My brother nodded in agreement: "Brother is right!"

After vomiting, my brother opened his eyes wide and asked me, "Can my brother stop drinking in the future?"

His eyes were so clear that I couldn't tell a lie.I rubbed his face and replied, "I will try my best."

He said, "Don't try your best..."

"Then what should I do?" I sneered, "You go to drink with him?"

He bit his lip in embarrassment, worried.I fell back on the bed again, and he brought his face closer, shook his head and said, "Then I can only stop drinking for my brother! I will definitely not drink in the future!"

How can this thing be replaced? How can I have such a stupid brother.

6.

My younger brother is already six years old, and will be seven years old after his birthday, and he still lies down and sleeps with me.

In fact, I wanted to share a room with him when he was five years old, but we didn't have many rooms in our house, so we could barely share a bed.I disassembled the bed, gave him the cushion, and planned to sleep on the plank by myself.As a result, at night, he crawled from the warm cushioned bed to my plank bed and held me tightly.

I made fun of him at the time: "What are you doing?"

"Sleeping with my brother," he answered loudly.

"Don't look for me, go to sleep by yourself." I patted him on the head, "Which boy is five years old and still sleeps with others, isn't it ashamed, huh?"

He immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, and refused to move from his nest.I sat up by myself, hugged him, and was about to throw him on another bed, but he immediately hugged my neck and yelled: "I'm not a boy anymore!"

I scolded him: "What nonsense!"

"I've grown up and I can't get smaller. If I get smaller, I will trouble my brother. I will protect my brother in the future." He explained foolishly, "But I still want to sleep with my brother, so, then, I can only do it without being a boy." baby!"

I hugged him with one arm, and grabbed the bird in his crotch with the other hand, threatening him: "Then I'll cut it off for you!"

The little fool closed his eyes tightly, his arms still wrapped around my neck, his eyelashes trembling with nervousness, and he whined softly: "Cut it, just cut it..."

So in the end we failed to separate the beds.

But splitting the bed is really troublesome.We are in the south, and there is no air conditioner in the room. It is cold and humid in winter, and we can only hug each other to keep warm at night.He is small in stature, and he especially likes to crawl into my arms, which is just right for me to hold.The two of them hugged each other for a long time, covered by the blanket, the winter is not so cold.

On the first day of the new year, my dad went out early in the morning, and I took my brother to pay New Year greetings to the neighbors.When he was young, I often asked others for help. After a few years, he was basically familiar with the neighbors.My brother and I ran around with smiling faces, gave my uncles, aunts, and grandma buns made by myself, and got a lot of sweets and snacks.We are embarrassed to accept the New Year's money, usually it is enough to bother people, and we have no face to take the money.

My younger brother came home with the packaged pork jerky and carefully hid it in a drawer so that my dad wouldn't find out and take it away and eat it.He put a notebook on it, spread the candy on the table, and said seriously: "Eat this first, and eat the dried meat in a few days!"

"Eat more sugar and be careful of your teeth breaking." I warned him.

He immediately stuffed the candy into his mouth and covered his mouth, for fear that I would not give it to him, and then said vaguely with a candy in his mouth: "I brush my teeth well every day."

"You can't eat too much even if you brush your teeth. If you have tooth decay, you can only pull it out."

I made a posture of pulling out teeth with big pliers, and imitated the expression when I was pulled out. He looked a little scared, nodded repeatedly, and put two more candies into his pocket: "Then I will eat two more! Just two! "

I made a gesture to pull his tooth again.

Reluctantly, he took out a candy, put it down regretfully, and tried to say: "Then, then just one more, just one more."

I nodded with satisfaction.

During the New Year, part-time salaries are much higher than usual.My brother didn't want to stay at home, so he came to work with me. I worked, and he sat on the side and watched, and occasionally helped me clean the table.

I've only taken him to Wallace's, but my new part-time job is at KFC.

He sat in his seat, smelling the aroma of what people were eating, and kept looking around.Wherever people's dinner plates are served, he will see there.In the end, he simply covered his nose and lay down on the table to look at me.

During the break, he secretly asked me: "Brother, shall we eat KFC next time?"

KFC is much more expensive than Wallace's.I showed him the menu, and he tilted his head, sat on a high seat, drew numbers with his finger on the paper, and counted while watching.

After 3 minutes he said decisively: "Wallace! Wallace will be fine!"

In the third year of high school, I can barely work part-time during the holidays, and the money has to be used for daily living expenses. My brother’s tuition and miscellaneous fees have to be paid by me. Even if I want to take him to eat to make him show off to his classmates, there is no way.

But I leaned over again and told him in his ear: "But I have benefits as an employee, maybe when I have leftovers, I can save some for you."

His eyes lit up.

I put my finger in front of my lips and made a "shh" gesture, and he "shh" me too, and said very seriously: "Okay brother."

The manager is a middle-aged man with a big belly. He is always smiling and easy to talk to.I took my brother to enjoy the benefits for a few days, and took some leftovers from the store to eat at night. My brother was so happy that he was almost floating.

Every day he eats his mouth full of oil, and I laugh at him as a dirty child.

Being able to eat delicious food is also fun being a dirty child.He didn't care, he rushed over cheerfully and kissed my face with his oily mouth.I pushed him away in disgust, and he raised his face and asked me to wipe it for him, which made the skin around his mouth red, and then climbed up to kiss my face again.

If you love kissing, kiss, anyway, I have kissed so many times from childhood to adulthood, what can I do.

He runs after me every day, but sitting in the store, he has nothing to do after finishing his homework, and it will inevitably be boring.

Sometimes when I'm too busy, he'll sneak out and wander around while I'm not paying attention, and then run back thinking he's cheating.After being taught twice by me, he still didn't behave well.

Part-time job No. 15 days, his birthday is here.I asked a female colleague in the background what gift to give to the child. After 10 minutes, I came out and saw that the child was flying again.

7.

KFC is in a small business district, and there are many stores nearby. If the little bastard sneaks away, he usually goes to a flower shop or hangs out in a supermarket.

But I looked around and couldn't find him.

If you found it for me, I will definitely beat him this time. If you don't beat him, you won't have a long memory.

My rest time was only about ten minutes, and it was almost over. Before I found him, I couldn't help scolding him seven or eight times in my heart.This little bastard won't understand me, where the hell has he gone, he has no chicken legs to eat tonight, I want him to watch me eat, he deserves it.

After 10 minutes of running around all the stores, I began to regret why I didn't show him more social news.He is still so young and so stupid, if he encounters a bad guy, he will definitely take a chicken drumstick and leave!

Even if he is absent from work, he has to be found again. If he cannot be found in another 10 minutes, I will call the police immediately.

When I was dying of anxiety, I finally found him in the square half a kilometer away.I was so happy to find him here, he was happy there, not nervous at all, sitting by the fountain with a big smile on his face.The musical fountain sang cheerfully, and the water splashed in the air. He was wearing a heavy thick coat with a hood, his face was raised high, and he waved while watching.

Beside him was a man in a black suit, slightly bent over, talking to him with a smile.When I got closer, I could still hear my brother's cheerful voice: "Look, uncle, isn't this fountain very beautiful!"

In this harmonious scene, I yelled discordantly: "What a fart!"

My brother was shocked.

I grabbed him and said through gritted teeth, "You little bastard, come back with me!"

I'm furious!Everyone wants to beat him now