Mild brother control

Xu Shuo saw that he kept asking questions, and became impatient: "You don't care who he is, I'll ask you what's your buddy's name?"

The boy was completely dumbfounded. He scolded his brother in front of his younger brother and said he was going to vent his anger. Although he was not the one who wanted to vent his anger, should he say his buddy's name now or not?

"I'm asking you something." Seeing that he remained silent, Xu Shuo kicked over an empty soda can standing on the ground. The direction and height were right, and it hit the boy's leg straight. The trousers were left behind in an instant. The soda is wet.

All rationality and everything went with the wind, and the boy said without hesitation: "Dead...dead."

Not only Xu Shuo, but even the other two were startled by these words, and their eyes were fixed on the boy.

"Hahaha."

Li Bian laughed out loud, looked at Xu Shuo: "I was scared by you."

"Really...died yesterday." The boy emphasized in a decent manner.

Xu Shuo frowned and sneered, "It sounds like that." It seemed that there was no answer, Song Zhinan would be there soon, so he had to take a detour and leave first.

Until Xu Shuo was nowhere to be seen, Li Bian patted the shoulder of the boy beside him, "Why did you offend him?"

Song Zhinan, who was not far from Han's opinion, looked this way, he probably didn't see Xu Shuo stopped, and answered for the boy, "Did you mention someone you shouldn't?"

The boy nodded with lingering fear. After this incident, he didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore. His mouth was so big that he had to slap himself twice.

"You know all of this?" Li Bian stared at Han Yi with interest, "I found that you can always tell the facts and the truth every time you interrupt, amazing."

"What kind of truth is this?" Han Yi waved to Song Zhinan who was not far away, "Did you see who that is in front of you? But for anything about Xu Shuo, you can't go wrong if you look for answers from Song Zhinan."

After listening, Li Bian pondered for a few seconds, then nodded seriously: "It makes sense."

After six days of class, I look forward to the half-day break on Sunday afternoon. This is the same as panning for gold in the sand. You have to be patient, don’t rush, and always have the mentality that you can always wait, and don’t crash midway , or it will be over.

As soon as the bell rang, Xu Shuo immediately sat on the desk with his nearly empty schoolbag on his back, and started playing with his mobile phone with his legs hanging. Playing is actually a secondary thing, the most important thing is to wait for Song Zhinan, and our Song School Committee When he came out of the office and waited for him to tidy up the desktop and pack the schoolbag procrastinatingly, it would probably take him half an hour to finish.

Sure enough, Xu Shuo guessed right, it was already five or ten minutes after arriving home.

The sun at one o'clock in the afternoon is like the hottest stove, and it is not to be underestimated in the early winter. The orange light hits the floor along the window lattice, reflecting the rising and falling dust in mid-air, and also reflecting two black shadows. Throw it into the crack in the old red floor in front of the couch.

There is not only dust, but also the eardrum-piercing screams of children floating in the air.

Startled by the sound of the door lock, the two groups of shadows looked over together.

One is a woman in her 50s. Cosmetics can’t hide her baggy eyes, and the blackness hangs heavily on her fake white face. Her low-quality raised eyebrows show a paradoxical blue color. Just like her intention today, she and the weasel belong to the same family. .

The other is a five or six-year-old boy, with a white and fat face like a steamed red bean paste bun. The black mole on his forehead is because the bun was not tightly seamed, and the black and red stuffing was steamed alive, revealing the stuffing of the bun. It's acceptable, but it doesn't look good when people show their secrets.

"Yo, I'm back."

"Auntie." Xu Shuo put his schoolbag in the study with a neither salty nor indifferent attitude. Song Zhinan, who came in after him, also called out symbolically, polite and alienated.

"Xiao Shuo, how is life at school recently? If there is anything missing, tell my aunt, and she will buy it for you." The woman stretched her neck and looked towards the study, with a strong desire to speak.

At this time, grandma brought two glasses of water from the kitchen, "Tongtong, are you thirsty? Drink water when you are thirsty."

"No! No water!" The little boy named Tongtong pushed the water glass and sprinkled it all over the floor, turning the floor into a painting.

"Tongtong! How did mother teach you!" Auntie yelled sharply, and hurriedly got up and walked over, pinching the child's arm and pushing him twice.

Tongtong's mouth was flattened in pain, and tears filled his eyes instantly.

Grandma glanced at the study room. The two children were inside, full of rejection. After some consideration, someone had to come out. She walked into the study room while teaching the children a lesson.

One is reading a book at the desk, and the other is sitting on the ground building a model, as if there are no guests at home.

Grandma knew that the people in the Xu family had always had prejudice against Song Zhinan, so she could only softly say to Xu Shuo, "Xiao Shuo, if you go out, no matter how much you don't like her, she will still be your aunt."

Xu Shuo frowned and glanced at the living room. The aunt was still scolding the child, and finally said something, and the nephew, Tongtong, walked towards the study with a box in his arms.

After thinking for a few seconds, Xu Shuo stood up, glanced at Song Zhinan who hadn't looked up from the beginning to the end, and walked to the living room.

Grandma asked Song Zhinan if he was hungry now, and went out after getting a negative answer.

Tong Tong carried the small box into the study and closed the door on his own. Five or six-year-old children already have the ability to make choices.

Seeing that Song Zhinan didn't speak at first, he just stared cautiously, as if looking at an enemy. Finally, he moved quickly and sat down on the chair opposite Song Zhinan.

Song Zhinan looked at him but didn't have the desire to talk to him, he couldn't get along with children, let alone he might not like him.

After tens of seconds of silence, Tongtong began to knock on the table, pushing the box back and forth on the table, and the sharp corners rubbed marks on the log table, accompanied by the sound that made teeth itch.

Song Zhinan couldn't concentrate, so he closed the book helplessly.

Seeing that Song Zhinan finally turned his attention to himself, Tongtong pushed the box in front of him with the arrogance that belongs only to a child, and stopped when he hit the corner of the book: "My mother asked me to give this to Brother Xiaoshuo! "

Song Zhinan remained silent.

"Why don't you talk!" Tong Tong bit her fingernail, "My mother said it was a piece of jade."

Song Zhinan glanced lightly at the box.

"It's without you!" Tong Tong said immediately, Hu Yu, even if someone covets it, "There's only one piece, it's for Brother Xiaoshuo, you're not allowed to steal it!"

Song Zhinan became irritable and wanted to leave his seat.

"Where are you going? My mother told you to play with me!" Tong Tong slammed down from the chair, and the box containing the jade pendant was brought to the ground, and the milky green oval bounced twice on the ground. Down, entangled with the slender red rope beside the table legs.

This sound reminded him.

Song Zhinan stopped in time, there were people inside who didn't want to see him, and there were people outside, the one inside was still small anyway, forget it, it's better to stay in the study.

Tongtong walked a few steps, saw the jade pendant and also saw the half-finished model on the ground, and immediately turned around, "Pick up the jade! I want to play with this!"

Seeing him pointing to the ground where Xu Shuo had built a model for half a month, Song Zhinan subconsciously refused: "No."

"Why can't it work?" Tongtong stared at him, like a child fighting for food looking at a miser, "I want to play!"

"No."

"I want it!" He said and walked towards the model.

"Don't touch it." Song Zhinan pulled him with little force, but Tongtong immediately showed the grievance as if he had been beaten, twisted his arms and stepped on his feet, "If you don't play, don't play, I'll read!"

Seeing him turn around and sit on his seat, Song Zhinan really couldn't put on a good face even now, and said coldly, "It's up to you."

I don’t know where I’ve seen this sentence before. You can’t always adopt a blocking policy when dealing with children. They like to destroy. If you stop the first time, you can’t stop the second time. You have to let them destroy something to end this struggle.

Tongtong flipped the pages of the book, pretending to draw several marks on the book with a pen.

Song Zhinan stood aside from the beginning to the end, looking at him without emotion as he stroked the book as if venting his anger.

After an unknown amount of time, Xu Shuo walked in, his gaze swept across the angry Tongtong's face from the upturned mouth, and landed on Song Zhinan, and asked softly, "Are you all right?"

Song Zhinan hummed.

Xu Shuo didn't know whether his um meant something was up or nothing, he saw the milky green color on the ground, squatted down and picked it up, "Whose is this?"

He looked at Tongtong and asked.

"Your." Tong Tong emphasized, "Your alone."

Xu Shuo's tone suddenly turned cold, "No, take it away."

"Yes! My mother said, Brother Xiaoshuo, you must have it!" Tongtong frantically dug out a few times around his neck, and pulled out an identical jade pendant, with the red string wrapped around his fingers: "Look ,I have it too!"

Xu Shuo stared at his movements, and just now he clearly saw two smears of red flashing in front of his eyes, and reached out his sharp-eyed hand to pull off his collar. Sure enough, there were two pieces of jade hanging on his thick and white neck like a lotus root!

Two identical pieces!

Including the piece on the ground, there are three pieces in total.

Xu Shuo instantly understood what Auntie meant.

Instigate Tong Tong to give jade, but he would rather hang two yuan around his neck than Song Zhinan when he clearly has three yuan. If you don't want to give it away, then don't buy it.

"Isn't the neck too heavy?" Xu Shuo said disgustedly. It didn't matter if the child could understand or not. I thought all these things were taught by my aunt. Otherwise, how could a child be so hostile to Song Zhinan for no reason?

He taught well, and he taught everything at the age of six.

Give full play to the role model power of the mother.

Tongtong didn't speak, his eyes were full of fear, probably frightened by Xu Shuo's appearance of eating people.

Xu Shuo stuffed Yu into the box and pushed Tong Tong into his arms, pulling him off the chair.

The ear-piercing sound of paper cracking came, and one pulled the other without letting go. The thin paper was so torn that it hung on the book, like a butterfly that just wanted to flap its wings.

It was only then that Xu Shuo noticed that the book was originally white, with Song Zhinan's handwriting scattered in twos and threes, but now it had abrupt scratches, from the upper left corner to the lower right corner, with such force that it seemed to pierce something.

After turning over several pages, it was always the same, with the same scratches and the same strength.

Xu Shuo pulled the book out of Tongtong's arms and threw it to the other side of the table, then turned to look at Song Zhinan who had been silent behind him, "What were you doing just now? Whoever did something that displeased you kicked him out! This is your home, not his home!" After speaking, he looked at Tongtong who was gradually shrinking from fright, and said without any sympathy: "You! Get out!"

Tongtong pursed his lips, seeing Brother Xiaoshuo like this for the first time, he didn't dare to speak and walked out step by step. When he passed Song Zhinan, he gave a childish look, "It's all your fault!"

Song Zhinan didn't respond, and went to the other side of the table to glance at his book.

"Get out! Get out quickly!" Seeing that Tong Tong still dared to talk to Song Zhinan arrogantly, Xu Shuo's heart was burning with pain, so he walked over and dragged him away involuntarily.

Xu Shuo carried the child like a cat, and the two arrived in the living room effortlessly. The sofa was empty, only the water on the coffee table was steaming slightly, and the grandmother and aunt who were talking were gone.

There was light in the entrance, the door was slightly open, and two voices came indistinctly.

Xu Shuo took Tongtong out.

"My sister will get married after a while, and she will definitely go out of town with his man. It's uncertain whether she will come back in the future."

"I don't care whether she gets married or not. The child support was negotiated back then. When I don't ask for it, has she paid it?" This is the voice of grandma.

"It makes sense for you to say that, but I have to ask, Song Zhinan has good grades, so it costs a lot of money to buy books and school supplies?"

"You..." Grandma seemed to be annoyed, and what she wanted to say was interrupted.

"You asked my sister for money to raise two children. Although the two children have regarded each other as brothers since childhood, isn't that why we kept it a secret? It is said that one follows the mother's surname and the other follows the father's surname, but that also means For them to hear, do you really think of Song Zhinan as your own grandson?"

The aunt hugged her chest: "I'm not talking about you. He's just a wild child. He's going to run away when he grows up. Is there any benefit if the two bowls of water are even? You know who your grandson is, right?" Who is good, you have to know! My sister didn’t get a cent of the money left by my brother-in-law when he died. It’s hundreds of thousands, and it’s all in your own hands. Isn’t it enough to raise a child? Song Zhinan is hungry It’s fine if you don’t die, no matter how bad you are, it’s still a kindness to him, it’s unknown where he died without you—”

"Get out!" Xu Shuo pushed the door out, and the corner of the door slammed into the white wall with a bang, making a dent, and the white foam choked people's noses so that it was difficult to breathe.