A Tigger
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preface
I was born into a very poor family, and I had to rely on a coal stove to heat my home in the winter. One day, I found two pieces of gold while sorting out the soot. Although I didn't understand the value of gold at that time, I was attracted by the luster of gold and hid it, and only I knew about it.
Many years later, my brother died in an accident, and when I was helping my brother sort out his belongings, I found that the gold I had hidden was among his belongings.
01
When I was a child, my family was so poor that it became a luxury to make a fire to keep warm in winter. In order to save more briquettes, my parents always bought the cheapest briquettes to burn in winter. These briquettes contain a lot of sulphur and crackle when burned, and a pungent smell of sulphur can often be smelled by the stove.
That winter, when I was only 10 years old, I was crammed into my parents' small bungalow with my brother. Our coal stove is old, and the door switch is a little stuck, and every time we have to shovel coal ash, we have to pat the furnace mouth a few times to open it.
That day, I squatted alone by the stove and cleaned the coal ash from the furnace as usual. The ashes had almost cooled, and I was digging with the shovel little by little, when suddenly, a hard object came under the shovel.
I rummaged through the ashes in the hearth, and I saw two pieces, glowing with a dull golden light. I was stunned, those were two pieces of gold.
At that age, I didn't fully understand what gold was, but its weight and luster gave me a vague sense that it was extraordinary. I looked left and right to make sure no one saw it, and the two pieces of gold were hidden in my pocket by magic. The heart is beating fast and the palms are sweaty.
From that day on, this little secret became the first "treasure" in my life. I didn't dare tell anyone, especially my brother. My brother is five years older than me and has always been the breadwinner of the family. Although our brother had a very good relationship, he always restrained me like an adult, and there were some things I always felt that I couldn't let him know.
02
In the years that followed, I would often think of the two pieces of gold and occasionally touch them to make sure they were still there, but life became hectic and the memory began to fade.
More than ten years have passed, and my brother and I have grown up. My brother had to drop out of school early to work for the sake of his family. While working hard outside, he sent money home, and the whole person was as thin as a bamboo pole, and there was always tiredness in his eyes. With his help, I was able to get into college with great difficulty.
I thought that life would gradually get better, but fate always seems to like to joke with people like us. Just a few months before I graduated from college, my brother had an accident on a construction site. On that day, the sky was terriblely gloomy, the tower crane on the construction site broke down, and my brother was hit by a falling steel beam and sent to the hospital on the spot. By the time we arrived, he was out of breath.
That night, the sky seemed to be down, and I couldn't breathe. I stood in the hospital hallway, staring at the ceiling in a daze, my mind empty, feeling like the whole world was enveloped by an irresistible sadness.
A few days later, I sorted out my brother's belongings. My brother lived in a dormitory where he worked in other places, and he lived a simple life and didn't leave much behind. A few old clothes, a few yellowed notebooks, and a tin case. I opened the box, which contained letters from his family, gifts from his co-workers, and a small black bag.
I flipped through the bag and found two familiar pieces of gold inside.
At that moment, it was as if someone had struck me hard in the chest. I took the two pieces of gold out of the bag and was shocked to find that they were the same ones I had hidden as a child. I couldn't believe it, and I repeatedly confirmed that the weight and feel were exactly the same.
Why? How did all this gold end up in my brother's chest? How did he know I was hiding?
My mind replays memories of my childhood, the coal stove, the cold winter, the two pieces of gold. The suppressed emotions in my heart suddenly exploded. I always thought it was my secret, but now it seems that my brother has known all about it for a long time. He did not expose me, nor did he take the gold, but silently collected it and put it in his most precious relic.
I sat on the ground, clutching the two pieces of gold, tears blurring my eyes. Brother, he never said it, but everything he did, was for me.
In the days when I was sorting out my brother's belongings, I would often open his notebook, which was densely filled with trivial things in life, as well as some records of family expenses. I found out that my brother barely left himself any extra spending, and all his money was sent home. Those hardships and hardships that were never mentioned to me, it turned out that he carried them all by himself.
I finally understood that my brother had left those two pieces of gold to me, not because of their value, but because he knew that these two pieces of gold represented a certain tacit understanding and affection between our brothers. This is our secret, the spiritual bond that belongs to the two of us.
I held the two pieces of gold as if I were holding my brother's hand. I sat on the floor that day and didn't move for a long time, and my mind kept recalling the bits and pieces of what we had experienced together. I think of the chores he shared for me when I was a child, the figure of him making up for me, and the way he took off his only cotton coat and put it over me in the cold winter.
My brother is gone, but what he left me behind was not only material things, but also deep feelings for me. Those two pieces of gold were like his last gift to me, a reminder of the weight he once had in my life.
I put them back in the bag and gently closed the tin box. Although my brother is gone, his love will always be in my heart, and those two pieces of gold will accompany me and continue to walk through my future path.
That was the last time I opened that box. Life has to go on, and my brother wants me to live well.
This article declares: This article is a short story, the content is pure fiction, please watch it rationally