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warm.After I take him away, no one will be eyeing him and trying to beat him. As long as I work hard enough, nothing can stop me. Sooner or later, I can lead him to live an ideal life.

But he has so much now.

He got a real family, a wealthy environment, and lack of everything.A child's dependence makes him yearn for me, but it doesn't mean he can't leave me.

In the past six months, we have been separated by two places, didn't we still make it through?

After I came to see him in City D, I became more and more aware. In such an environment, my knowledge and quality are no better than others. I am a poor ghost with no roots and no support. more than me.

And I still have my future - I don't want to give up even a little hope of making it better.

It's time to let go.

Obviously just a few minutes ago, he was still smiling so happily, but now he is crying so much.There were panicked footsteps outside, someone knocked on the door, and before I could answer, he opened the door with the key and rushed in, asking sharply, "What happened?!"

The housekeeper, who was called Aunt Lu, walked quickly to the bed, trying to hug him, but my brother tried to hide.He wouldn't let go of my hand, desperately shouting "Brother lied to me!", I didn't speak or refute.

Didn't even look at him.

A few minutes later, he lost his strength and was carried away by Aunt Lu. Finally, his crying subsided and he stopped talking. He just stared at me hard, his eyes were red, and he looked so angry that he was sad.

"Hate my brother!" he began, "I hate my brother!"

This is really embarrassing.

He had an awkward fight with me for two days, walked around when he saw me, ignored me, and sat in front of my guest room crying every night.When I went to open the door, he rushed back to his room and slammed the door loudly.

Father Yue knew the reason, and only said that it is normal for Xiaozhen to be angry, but he is a sensible child, and he will definitely figure it out soon, so let me coax him more.

But my brother seemed unusually determined this time.

I asked him several times in a row if he wanted to hang out with me, and if I bought some delicious food, should I share it with him.He gritted his teeth, didn't answer at first, and then started to run away. At the end, he said angrily: "I've been there and eaten these a long time ago. It's neither fun nor delicious! Only my brother thought it would be good for me." Trick me!"

After he finished speaking, he continued to stare at me.I was silent for a long time, but still shut up.

I have no relatives in City D, and the meaning of coming here is him.He ignored me, so I'll stay here, embarrassment is not enough to describe.

I bought a ticket to go back.When the cold war with him reached the seventh day, I left with my luggage.

He thought I was just hanging out as usual, and he didn't call me until eight o'clock in the evening.

I bought the return ticket by train, which took longer than the high-speed train. When he called, the train was passing through the tunnel, the signal was very poor, and the sound from the other side was intermittent.

He said a lot in panic, but I didn't catch a word.I sat in the car all afternoon with a headache and I wanted to answer, but I couldn't answer. In the end, his voice completely turned into a buzzing sound, and the phone automatically hung up because there was no signal.

18.

I couldn't tell what I was thinking, the phone beeped twice when it was placed next to my ear, and the sound was silent, and my hand didn't let go, it seemed that I could still hear his voice from the opposite side.

But can't hear it anymore.

I didn't hang down until my hands were so sore.

It's very boring to lose your temper with a child. I've raised him for so long, so I don't understand.

But some things can't be solved by understanding.It wasn't his fault, and it wasn't my fault.

Ten minutes later, the train stopped, and the passengers got off with their luggage.I rubbed between my eyebrows, rubbed my stomach again, and finally played back to him.

As soon as the phone was connected, there was his sobbing, and without giving me a chance to speak, he yelled: "Why are you ignoring me, brother!"

"I'm on the train, the signal is bad." I replied.

"Why did brother leave..." He was sobbing, crying very sadly, but then said, "I'm sorry brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault, don't want me..."

My chest was tightly clenched, and his cries were like knives one after another, piercing each time he cried.Why does he love to cry so much, he cries when he is angry, and when he confesses his mistakes, I don't want him to be like this, but I can't speak.

He made several mistakes in a row, wondering if he said the same thing in the call with bad signal just now.He said that my brother is sorry, I shouldn't talk nonsense, I shouldn't ignore my brother, I shouldn't be a bad boy, I shouldn't do this or that.I felt sore when I heard it. After a long time, he heard my silence, sobbing uncomfortably, "Brother, don't ignore me..."

I stared at the toes of my shoes. It rained a little today, and the toes were muddy. I didn't bother to clean them when I found them.I finally opened my mouth and said to him softly: "Then we make up?"

"Hmm!" He choked up and said, "Reconciliation..."

The big rock in my heart finally fell and hit the ground with a bang.But I don't think the floor it's on is solid, maybe it's glass, maybe cracked.

That day I heard him cry on the phone for another forty minutes. Aunt Lu tried to persuade him, but he didn't stop.He was supposed to learn chess on Saturday night, but he stayed on the phone with me and stayed behind closed doors. Even if Mr. Yue went to talk to him, he just refused in tears.

I didn't hang up until my train arrived at the station and it was time to go home and I couldn't continue the call. It was raining in city D, but there was no sign of it in this city. When I got off the car, I was greeted with dry and hot summer air.

Mr. Yue sent me a message later, this is the first time he has been so willful in his new home.In the past, even if he was tired and didn't want to go to class, he would only beg cautiously, and if he failed, he would grit his teeth and go to see the teacher.

I have mixed feelings in my heart.

I'm the only one in this house, and I don't even want to turn on the lights when I'm lying in bed.I closed my eyes, but my mind was very clear.

Finally I picked up the phone again and called him.He was given a rare one-night leave, hiding in the room, holding his mobile phone and waiting at any time. My call just passed, and within a second, it was connected.

I said, "It's time for bed."

He replied: "Well..."

"Go and lie down obediently," I said, "I'll tell you a story."

He obviously didn't expect me to bring this up, and he said "ah" with some doubts: "Why did you suddenly tell me a story..."

I laughed and laughed at him for being an idiot.Obviously he said he wanted to listen to it last week, but he completely forgot about it.He moaned and groaned so wronged, I said again: "Kids, lie down and go to sleep after listening."

There was a rustling of the quilt at his place, and he said to me obediently: "Lie down!"

I opened my eyes, looked at the darkness in the room, and casually started telling him stories about the ugly duckling.I have told him countless times about those fairy tales, but when I said this for the umpteenth +1 time, he still listened very seriously and protested from time to time that I made up the storyline again.

The ugly duckling grew up through hardships, became a swan, flew to a new life, the past has become the past, no need to look back, no need to recall, he muttered that the ugly duckling is really pitiful.

I laughed and said to him, "Aren't you the real version of the ugly duckling? What a pity."

He protested vigorously: "That's not the case!"

"Where is it not?"

"The ugly duckling grew up being bullied and ran away!" He plausibly said, "But I have an older brother who has always protected me! I will never forget my older brother!"

19.

We haven't had a fight since then.

I went to City D again after I filled out my volunteer application. My brother had a holiday after the semester, and this time he didn’t say anything to me that he wanted me to stay with him. He pestered me hard and wanted to take me to play here and there. .It's only been half a year, and he seems to be a very qualified young master of a wealthy family, spending a lot of money with a wave of his hand, and he doesn't look as distressed as before.

After all, the first thing his grandfather asked him to do after he arrived in D City was to learn how to spend money.I grabbed the clothes on my chest and told him that I was really jealous of me, and he came over like sharing a little secret, opened Taobao and stuffed the phone to me, and said to me: "I will buy whatever my brother wants. !"

I still have to be shameless, I only bought snacks, and I will share them with him after they arrive.

The servants of the Yue family probably have a quality admission system, and they treat everyone kindly and politely.Before, my brother and I had troubles, and the whole world was gloomy, but now I finally have the mood to build a good relationship with the Yue family.

It's not that I'm bragging, I'm pretty popular at school, and it's not difficult to meet people from all age groups. As long as I think about it, it's not difficult to build a good relationship with the servants.My brother was prescribed a diet and was not allowed to eat snacks indiscriminately, but Xiao Lin, who helped deliver the courier, covered us up, so it was no problem to escape Aunt Lu's eyes.

When I was about to leave, I put my brother on the scale, and he was three catties heavier than when I came, so I nodded with satisfaction.My brother looked at the numbers with a serious expression, and finally pushed me up, as if he wanted to comment too.But he didn't know what the average weight of my age was. For the sake of his own face, he racked his brains and only said: "Brother is still not strong enough!"

I do morning exercises every day. I used to get into fights with people at school. If I'm not strong, I can't do it.Hearing what he said, I straightened my face, grabbed his hand and put it on my lower abdomen.

He asked me stupidly: "What are you doing?"

"Touch it." I showed off quietly, "Four pack abs."

But I made a mistake. Children of this age don't know much about what muscle means to a man, especially