Some stories, autumn pants do not understand; If you are not autumn pants, you will not understand the happiness of autumn pants.
part one
Eight years old, the memory is always rainy, draining, draining, from winter to summer, from summer to winter. The rainy weather always makes people lazy, their heads and bones are lazy, and the laziest is just leaning on the couch to read a storybook that can't recognize all the words. At this time, Song Xiaoming shouted outside the window: "Sister, my mother asked you to wear autumn pants for me."
Autumn pants! Autumn pants! Autumn pants!
Indignantly, I dropped the book and rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find my autumn pants. It is not an exaggeration to say that Song Xiaoming's autumn pants are the most in the world, red autumn pants, white autumn pants, flower autumn pants; Long autumn pants, short autumn pants, half pull autumn pants; Open crotch autumn pants, open crotch autumn pants, poke an eye autumn pants... If the world lacks autumn pants, Song Xiaoming's life must be incomplete; The question is who invented these damn autumn pants, hard to make my brother Song Xiaoming into a bottle man?
I threw Song Xiaoming on the couch and pulled down his pants, yes—throwing it like a leather ball. Because although he is deeply loved by his parents, he looks as delicate as a bean sprout. Fortune tellers say that Song Xiaoming's yuan is cold, and if he does not protect the next plate, there is no hope for future generations, and he may even die prematurely. Therefore, my parents fed my brother Song Xiaoming like a pet dog, hungry, thirsty, cold, hot, meticulous, of course, the most concerned about his next plate, so before the age of five, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, Song Xiaoming wore autumn pants. Wear autumn pants, but my brother, alas, he has a bad bladder, plus his personality is lazy, so, you know, developed a vicious habit that makes people grit their teeth: peeing pants.
Therefore, when I was eight years old, my brother Song Xiaoming, who was three years old, called out to me in the pouring rain: "Sister, my mother asked you to wear autumn pants for me." I threw him on the couch, pulled open his pants, and put a pair of big red autumn pants on him. Song Xiaoming's two legs were in a trouser tube, from smiling to exhausted, bouncing all day. At night, Song Xiaoming's two legs were ground out of red marks, my mother hit me, I pinched Song Xiaoming's ass, Song Xiaoming looked up and asked: "Sister, is my face slippery?"
part two
Eighteen years old. When I went to study in a foreign country, Song Xiaoming clinged to it and said, "Sister, you must go home often." I nodded, yes, I'll come home often and bring you autumn pants. Horizontal, each pair of autumn pants pokes ten holes!
After the age of five, Song Xiaoming finally did not wear autumn pants in the summer, but the other three seasons were worn. Therefore, no matter where I went, the gifts I brought to Song Xiaoming were autumn pants, and each pair of autumn pants had ten holes in it. Every time, Song Xiaoming happily accepted the autumn pants and joyfully went to change the autumn pants for me to watch. He stood in front of me with his ass pouting, like a vigorous daffodil that often made me laugh so much that he looked at me and laughed with joy. At that time, I wondered if the fortune teller was wrong, my brother's illness was actually not in the lower yuan, but in the head?
My mother would scold me next to me: "Dead Nizi, and your brother again!"
I patted my head and flipped through Song Xiaoming's exercise book, there was no excellence, there was no difference, each test paper did not have a hundred points, nor was it under ninety points, there was no proficiency in any subject, but there was no one who was far worse, completely tepid. I speak very well, and he is not bad; I'm physically poor and he's ok; I don't know Go, he actually has an amateur five-dan; I'm good at checkers, and he can do a few hands... In a profound way, he is not at all like my brother, he is my pet dog.
In the autumn of 2000, I had not yet opened the school, Song Xiaoming was wearing autumn pants, and the classmates laughed at him, especially the girl named Green Green, who did not know where to find my QQ, said, Sister, your brother is really sick! I don't know where the anger came from, rushed to their junior high school classroom and gave them a glass of glass. I stood at the door of the classroom and roared, "Who dares to bully my brother Song Xiaoming, just like this piece of glass!"
What's wrong with glass? Glass or glass. But since then, no one has chewed the root of my tongue in my ear, saying how Song Xiaoming is sick when he wears autumn pants.
A long time later, Green Green said, in fact, at that time I liked your brother, let him not wear autumn pants before it was cold, he said, this is my sister to buy, put on autumn pants to feel that my sister is around, very warm. You don't have a sister, you don't understand.
part three
At twenty-eight, I had my own home. Song Xiaoming also began to fall in love, but his autumn pants are hard wounds, and whenever it comes to talking about marriage, girls will notice his autumn pants.
Indeed, a strong young man, why do you wear autumn pants early and early, and don't you take off autumn pants late and late? Either physically or psychologically!
Song Xiaoming also does not cry, does not make trouble, is not sad, with his tepid personality, the sky will not be sad when it falls. He just went home and packed his autumn pants over and over again, counted his autumn pants over and over again, and he said, Sister, I have a hundred and eight autumn pants now, when did you remember the earliest one? It's the red pants you gave me two legs to wear into one of the trouser tubes...
I was surprised and thought he probably needed counseling. Talking to my mother, my mother only said one sentence: "Dead Nizi, you are bad in that your emotional intelligence is too low!"
Twenty-eight years old, the little two, always have many bumps and bumps. I had a big argument with the second master brother, and I ran away in a negative mood, but found that there was nowhere to go. The summer night was still a little hot, and I wanted to go home, but I couldn't pull down my face, and finally wandered to my mother's house. Song Xiaoming was walking around the room, wearing one of the countless pairs of autumn pants with ten holes. Seeing me, he said, "Sister, do you see how good the autumn pants I'm wearing look like..."
He didn't ask me why I was home, he only asked me if my autumn pants looked good, because he knew that as soon as I saw his autumn pants, I would laugh, and a smile would solve a big part of the problem. I looked at my brother and found for the first time that he was a very good-looking man, white, tender, like a lotus root; When laughing, two pieces of flesh came out, very innocent.
I smiled and twisted his face and said, "It's so hot, cover the sores!"
He laughed: "Sister, you were so smart at that time, you knew to poke ten holes in my autumn pants, and you were very airy in summer!"
part four
Finally I was thirty-eight years old. My brother is thirty-three years old.
Like all middle-aged women, I was busy with my children, busy with my husband, busy with my job title, busy with my budget. My brother is not like those middle-aged men who are rich and safe, drinking a little wine, playing some small cards, and soaking some chicks. He lived a decent life, writing small words, making small sighs, and making a little money. Of course, he also wears autumn pants three seasons a year, and keeps the autumn pants that I gave him.
We live apart in different cities, drifting apart, busy with life and neglecting contact. One day in the summer, my sister-in-law called me and told me: "Sister, yesterday he turned out those old autumn pants again and dried them, saying that Xiao Bao was wearing them when he was born..."
The second brother and I laughed, and the second brother suddenly asked me, "Why does my brother like to wear autumn pants so much?" I don't see that he is weak either. ”
I plan to find a sunny afternoon and say to the second master, honey, wait for me to slowly tell you the story of autumn pants.