Who do you think of on a rainy night? And I just think of one guy, he's my brother.
Brother is a fool, he brought it when his aunt married his uncle. When uncle was five years old, he suddenly had a high fever, causing polio to the point of half-death. Grandpa and Grandma must find someone for Uncle in their lifetime who can take care of Uncle, so they found Aunt and brought this stupid brother.
I always remember the day my aunt and brother came, the brother was dressed very new, and the big aunt was very old, but very clean. When my aunt saw me, she smiled flatteringly, and my brother followed me and smirked. Brother's new clothes lined his demented expression, making him look more and more silly. The color on the grandparents' faces did not look good, and the big aunt timidly pulled the corner of the brother's clothes, and the brother laughed even harder.
At that time, my parents did not have time to take care of me at work, so I temporarily stayed at my grandmother's house. At that time, I was seven years old and my brother was nine years old.
At that time, like all the residents of the courtyard, I called my brother a fool and tried to trick him.
I used a small bowl to hold a lot of salt for my brother to eat, I asked my brother if it was delicious, my brother said it was delicious, I said it was delicious, I would eat it, and my brother would take a big bite of salt. The brother ate very painfully, and his facial features were twisted together, but he was still grinning. I thought it was a fun game, and then I changed salt for vinegar, for chili, for everything I could think of. Each time, I could get a lot of joy from my brother's strange expression.
Later, when the game got tired of playing, I imitated my mother's makeup technique, using different watercolor pens to draw left and right on my brother's face, and I even wrote the words "Wang Ba" on his forehead with a pen. And these, even if the aunt found out, she would not say too much, at best she would pull the brother aside and help him scrub carefully.
Even more, a few of our children tricked our brother into the wasteland behind the community. The brother was very afraid of cats, and we tied a cat prepared in advance with my brother. As soon as the brother saw the cat, he ran wildly, and the cat was dragged by the brother and ran in a hurry, so he pounced on it and grabbed the brother, and the brother's face was full of blood marks. My brother was shaking his head, and a few of our friends were laughing at the side...
At that time, I felt that doing this was just fun, and I didn't know that I would regret it later.
A childhood with laughter seems to be good, because at that age, I don't know that some laughter comes at a price. My brother added a lot of laughter to my childhood, so my childhood passed in the blink of an eye.
During the summer vacation when I was twelve, my parents wanted to take me back to live for a while. On the day we left, my brother kept following us out for a long time, and no matter how much Aunt Ren and Grandma stopped us, My Brother has been following us. Until we got into the car, I saw from the back glass of the car that my brother was running after the car, and my aunt was running after my brother. There were a lot of people on the side of the road, and they were watching the bustle. For the first time, I shed tears for my brother.
My parents' home was spacious and quiet, but I always felt lonely, and I often lay alone in an air-conditioned room and missed my brother who slept on the balcony, and missed my brother who was lying on the window and giggling when I went to school and school. When I thought about it, I collected some toys and books that my brother liked me but wouldn't let him touch, and prepared to give them to him the next time he went back.
Finally, we are looking forward to the start of school. When I saw my brother again, he didn't smirk as I thought he would. He stayed in the corner, motionless, staring at me timidly. I called out to my brother, and then I laughed twice, and then I called and laughed again, but he just didn't move. I pretended to be angry and turned to leave, but my brother pounced on me, and to the surprise of the whole family, he actually fell on the ground, hugged my leg and cried. I wanted to make a joke, but I didn't know that I would turn my head, and I didn't dare to turn my head. When I was twelve, I shed a second tear for my brother.
The days that followed continued as ever, silently.
One day in the winter when I was fourteen years old, my aunt slept and never woke up. The woman who had taken care of us for seven whole years slept so peacefully. Grandma said she could finally rest and helped her close her eyes. But I knew that although she had closed her eyes, she could still see her brother.
On the day of the funeral, it snowed heavily. The family was so busy that I couldn't help it, but what scared me was that my brother was gone, I wanted to find my brother, and my intuition told me that he needed me. But it wasn't until I attended my aunt's funeral and when twilight approached that I found that my brother was sitting on a tung tree in the courtyard at some point, and there were many people around the tree, some people were watching the liveliness, some people were persuading my brother to come down, and some people were saying, "This idiot has been in the tree for a day." ”
Yes, this fool is expressing his sorrow and fear in his own way, and the wise men see that he is a fool, but do they see that he is a child who has just lost his mother.
I was so anxious that I kept shouting under the tree: "Brother, brother, come down." But no matter how hoarse I tried, he didn't move except smirk. But the red-eyed grandmother had a way, choking and shouting at her brother in the tree: "Child, come down, come down, Grandma will take you to your mother." When the brother heard this, he obediently came down from the tree.
Back home, Grandma made hot water to wash my brother's frozen face and hands, and then boiled a very hot red date porridge for my brother to drink. For the first time in seven years, I saw my grandmother being kind to my brother, and my brother was very happy, and so was I.
During that time, Grandma and Grandpa acted as if they had changed people for their brothers, and Uncle Grandpa also let Grandpa prop up his brother's small bed into his room. Compared with before, the brother was a little more silent, he often curled up at the door frame, looked at the family, and occasionally asked: "Mom?" "Brother won't ask Where Big Ma went, he'll just call Mom."
None of us would answer brother's questions, and he made that dull voice again and again—"Mom? ”
One day, I was suddenly awakened by a terrible shout, and it was my brother who was lying on the balcony and calling out to my mother. Grandparents were also woken up, and when we came to my brother, my uncle was already there shaking his wheelchair. He held his brother with his thin arm, but he just wouldn't stop shouting. Uncle Has tears in his eyes, and we don't feel good in our hearts. Late afterwards, late at night, I would often be woken up by the shouting of my brother, but no one could bear to blame.
In the second month after the eldest mother left, the grandmother decided to give her brother away. In fact, I later realized that it was just an excuse, and Grandma just wanted to lose her brother. No one wants to adopt a fool, not even the home where he has lived for seven years can accommodate him, where is his little space?
When Grandma mentioned this, I was the first to disagree, and even jumped on the couch and cried and cried out in disagreement. But I was too young to sway anyone. Uncle did not agree, but Uncle did not dare to say it, he would only shrink in a wheelchair with a red face, bow his head, and say nothing. Presumably, Uncle Dabo understood that he was already dragging people down enough, and where did he have the right to ask for a fool to be left behind!
On the day my brother was "sent away", I kept myself locked in the small room, crying and sleeping, and woke up to continue crying. Uncle did not lock himself up, but did not eat for two whole days. The most I heard was the footsteps of my grandmother in the living room, and she knocked on my door one moment and then went over to persuade Uncle Da to eat. I was clamoring to get my brother back before I came out, and the uncle, who had always been very obedient, did not seem to take Grandma's words.
Later, I heard my grandmother's cry in the living room. She said to herself, "I know you all blame me, but what can I do?" Your uncle is already like that, and he will definitely drag your parents to take care of him in the future, plus your brother, so the burden will be very heavy. In fact, I didn't want him to go and live together for so long! A lot of people think I don't like your brother, but it's not like this, I just hate iron and steel and think that he is a fool, how good it would be if he were a smart child! That way, even if Grandma is tired now, it doesn't matter, at least there is hope..."
I remember that I came out of the room after Grandma had finished saying that. When I came out, my uncle was also coming out of his room in a wheelchair.
Some things are doomed to powerlessness, so that only sorrow remains.
Just when I thought I would never see my brother again, he came back unexpectedly. He found the door himself, dirty and messy. Grandma, like the last time, carefully bathed her brother, made him food, and changed his clean clothes. I saw Grandma crying all the time.
I shrank to the side, holding my brother's hand, not letting go, brother has no father, no mother, only this home.
I thought that the grandmother who was crying and bathing my brother was no longer willing to let my brother go, but a few days later, my brother was lost again, and my stupid brother actually found it again. That winter, Grandma and Brother had been playing this game. Every time, Grandma threw my brother out, and he got him back. Every time my brother came back, Grandma would wash him, change him into clean clothes, feed him, and throw him away.
When Grandma lost her brother for the last time, she didn't get him back for seven days, but Grandma was a little anxious. As soon as she heard a noise on the stairs, she would rush over to open the door, thinking that my foolish brother would come back. However, for seven consecutive days, my brother did not return. So, I occasionally heard my grandmother's murmur, and she said, "I still left him in the place where he was last returned, and he is not far from home, so why can't he get him back?" ”
On the night of the seventh day, brother returned, he was as dirty as ever, his feet were frozen and rotten, and the shoes on his feet were long gone. This time, Grandma did not take his hand to bathe him, change clothes, and make food, but hugged her brother tightly, crying and saying: "Child, silly child, milk does not lose you, not lost, as long as the milk is alive, no matter how bitter and tired the milk is recognized." The silent grandfather also had red circles on the side, while the uncle was busy shaking his wheelchair to prepare a change of clothes for his brother, and I saw with the afterglow of his eyes that the uncle seemed to be laughing.
The brother stayed like this, for two years, and when they were at peace, he would occasionally make a dull voice and ask, "Mom?" Occasionally, I would call "Mom" one after another on the balcony late at night.
At that time, my biggest wish was that I could grow up faster, go to work, and then make a lot of money to support my brother. Therefore, I did not like to learn, I began to be obsessed with books and began to work hard. However, when my wish could not be fulfilled, my brother really lost it.
That evening, my brother went downstairs to play. At night, it rained heavily, and Grandma was anxious to take the umbrella downstairs to pick up her brother and go home, but Grandma looked for a long time, and she found that the rain stopped, and she didn't find her brother, and it was already early in the morning. That night, our family was in a hurry, and Grandma even left the door open, afraid that if my brother came back, we would not hear us when we knocked. But my brother never came back.
That summer was over, that year was over, that period was over, and my brother didn't come back.
Now that I am twenty-five years old, my brother should be twenty-seven. I had a job and couldn't make a lot of money, but I could feed my brother enough, but I didn't know where my brother was. On rainy nights, I miss my brother very much. Ten years later, brother still remember the way home?
I didn't know where my brother was or how he would make a living, and I never thought about another possibility. Every time I walk down the street and see a poor and dirty beggar, I will give them some change, how I hope my brother can become a beggar! That proves that at least he is still alive in the world, I think, brother is smart, he will become a beggar.
And if you read the article, if you meet my brother one day, if he is cold, please give him an old coat; if he is hungry and thirsty, please give him some food or water to drink.
We are always like this, we know how to cherish it after we lose it, and many people and many things may never come back after they go out. If we had realized this before, I believe that each of us would have been kind, but life never gives us a pill to regret, and we often have to understand it after experiencing pain. So why not cherish the moment? Cherish the person around you who may not be good-looking, or may be crippled, but you want to call his relatives, then, right now! Give him a smile, a warm greeting, a look of approval, it's the best gift.
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Facing the sea, look for light with black eyes. Founded on November 16, 2015, the Poetry Club takes "giving voice to grassroots poets" as its mission and carries forward the "spirit of poetry" as its purpose, that is, the pursuit of the truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spiritual pleasure of poetry. He has published a collection of poems co-authored by poets, "Spring Warm Blossoms of Reading Sleeping Poems" and "Grass Long Warblers Flying in Reading Sleeping Poems".