Luo Peiying was six years old and took a group photo with her eldest brother Luo Qing
Originally, ordinary people asked, "Who is Luo Biling?" The answer, of course, is, "Oh! Luo Biling is Luo Qing's younger sister! Later, it all turned into this question: "Who is Luo Qing?" yes! It's Luo Peiying's brother! It seems that anyone can answer without thinking.
Although my sister was thirty years old, for various reasons, the name on her ID card was changed to "Luo Peiying". Our family and relatives, in private, still can't change to call her "Xiaoling" or "Biling".
Both of our brothers and sisters are rats, so my sister is twelve years younger than me, and eight years younger than her second brother, who belongs to the dragon. The age gap has created a special relationship between our brothers and sisters, who seem to be far and near, and who are close and far.
Thirty-two-year-old mother and forty-year-old father with a thriving career, all day longing for the stars and the moon, and finally looking forward to a female doll with a platinum spoon in her mouth, overjoyed, you can imagine. They loved and pampered this pearl in the palm of their hands that fell from the sky, which was a natural thing. For parents, girls sooner or later have to embark on the road of marrying and marrying each other, husbands and children, when they are a little arrogant, it should be okay, and when they grow up and understand things, they will naturally settle down. How can a girl's family be raised like a boy's?
This, in the eyes of our brothers, always felt that something was wrong, and it was very different from the tutoring we had received before. When we first shaved our heads and small flat heads and suffered all kinds of hardships, when we arrived at my sister's place, all of them were not repaired and abolished, and the whole retreated to a state of anarchy! This, how to get it.
To me, the past of severe punishment, the age seems to have been dinosaurs, has long been scabs and forgetfulness, the account can not be calculated, the calculation is no longer compared. The younger brother was not the same, the pain in the palm of his hand and ass was still fresh in his memory, and seeing that the legal net that had been restored at the beginning was now completely leaked and completely leaked, it was useless, and it was inevitable that he would have the ambition of the Protector Heavenly King to take the initiative to attack and strictly enforce the law.
Seventeen or eighteen-year-old stunned boy and eight- or nine-year-old little girl, fighting their methods, quarreling, attacking and defending between advances and retreats, true and false, full of funny slapstick hysteria, has become a good theme for future sisters to joke about adding fuel and vinegar in the past. Less than two years later, his younger brother, who had been repeatedly frustrated in the joint examination, won the special forces lottery and began to go down the sea under the loud slogan of "reporting the squad leader" to exert his excess energy, and the spicy and sweet memories of the brother-sister war had to be abruptly stopped!
When I was admitted to the English Department of Fu Jen University, my sister had just graduated from kindergarten. She is studying at the Catholic Ruoshi Kindergarten, just next to my garden house, just across the alley, from the large shaded balcony outside the bedroom on the second floor, through the garden trees, you can overlook the red brick wall built along the alley, the children play and play.
The naughty younger brother is also one of the park's distinguished alumni. His heroic deeds of being poked in the ears of Father Wang on the playground were recited among relatives and friends for a while, which his mother had detected with her own eyes. The well-behaved sister is the favorite of the priest and nun, so her favorite little teacher often sends her home by herself, and over time, she has become friends with her family and has been in contact with her ever since. She was the famous writer Xu Taiying who later won the United Daily Novel Award.
My sister's kindergarten life can be described as colorful. There are several times more tricks than when I was in kindergarten. When she was two and a half years old, the tv show had already started broadcasting, and she often practiced singing with her mother along the singing program. Her mother likes to sing by nature, and she has been a teacher at Qingdao Cangkou Primary School, teaching and singing while playing the organ, which is one of the essential housekeeping skills. Therefore, our three children also like to sing. According to Yun, I was more than one year old and could sing such a difficult song as "Chinese Boy Scouts" with my mother. To this day, the melody of this song still hovers in my head and lingers.
Well, I just knew how to sing, and my brother went a step further and learned to play the guitar. Later, he stubbornly forced his father to buy him a set of the latest electric guitar from Hong Kong, and let him rush to organize his electric guitar choir, which had been disbanded not long ago.
I only love calligraphy and painting, and the instrument is shallow, completely unrelated to the silk bamboo orchestra, blowing and playing.
My father liked to play the huqin very much, and from time to time he sang a passage of "Shilang Visiting His Mother", his eyes were slightly wet, and he missed his grandmother who had stayed in the countryside of Hunan for thirty years since the War of Resistance Against Japan. My mother often played the organ, and diagonally opposite the TELEVISION set in the home, there was a pedal organ against the wall, and from time to time the mother and daughter practiced singing. The kindergarten's annual parent-child garden party, Christmas party, and various competitions are indispensable for my sister to participate in and play a key role. I saw her dressed as a fairy for a while, waving a ribbon; the next moment she disguised herself as a playful village girl, fiddling with flower baskets, singing and dancing, jumping around alive, and becoming the pistachio of the whole family.
Because I had the opportunity to enter the old Wang Sun Puxin Hanyu Hall to learn painting, my parents arranged a small painting table next to my desk for my exclusive use. So this table with ink and paint became my sister's favorite. One night, after finishing my homework, I imitated Liang Zhongming, a famous cattle painter, and painted a Taiwan buffalo half soaked in the river with a stick figure on a piece of Taiwanese cotton paper. The next day, when I came home from school, the buffalo was gone, and only a large black stone was left on the screen. This must have been done by my brother, and I was a little angry in my heart. Unexpectedly, my sister ran over with a mouthful of ink and asked for credit: "I let it hide behind the big rock and go to sleep!" ”
Where this painting is now is not known. But twenty years later (1968), the painter Yu Peng (1955-2014) made a large painting and asked me to name it, and I found that there was a table hidden in the big black stone in the painting, so without thinking, I dipped my pen in ink and inscribed "the table hidden in the stone to sleep" in several large characters. Looking at the whole painting in the blink of an eye, between the trees and stones, there are big and small children, and there are really some of the graffiti of the brothers and sisters on the table.
Yu Peng, "The Table Where You Sleep in a Stone" (partial)
I still remember once, my sister was in the courtyard, and saw me coming home from the holiday at Chenggong Ridge, dressed in a military uniform, so envious, pulling me, one moment to do this, one moment to do that, and the next to take a picture with me, childish. Just watch her run to a cannabis plant that is as high as my chest and ask me, "Big brother, do you think I'm tall, or is the flower tall?" "Silly! Flower high, of course! I replied casually." No, that's right! She rolled her eyes in retort. Hmmm? "I pouted, my mind didn't turn for a moment." As long as the big brother picks me up, it will be taller than the flowers! She laughed out loud. So I lifted her up, grinned, and shouted to her who was giggling in mid-air, "Now, you are taller than your big brother." ”
She is almost six years old, she is already very good at being a sister, and I, a stupid qiuba, are always passive, and it seems that I will not seem to be able to, and I have just begun to learn how to be my sister's brother.
I have been learning this for half a century.
Luo Qing