Compared to the stepfather, my sister is even more beautiful. In front of her stepfather and mother, she is a well-behaved little girl who can cook, cook, wash dishes and do everything. When her mother came home to work, her sister would brew a good tea and head to her mother and sweetly say, "Mother, please drink tea." Before the stepfather sleeps at night, his sister will help the stepfather to massage her leg and her method is very good. It will always help the stepfather to relieve pain and fatigue. It is said that she learned from a massage master next door, and she is quite sophisticated. The stepfather is always proud to have such a clever and sensible daughter. The mother also likes her very much. She always compares her well-behaved and my naughty so much that I am always jealous, and she only has a steady stream of rewards and praises.
She may be a good daughter, but she is not a good sister. When she was with me, she had to fight for the first. What fun things were she had enough for me to play. I still can't have any complaints. As long as I show any displeasure in front of my parents, she will beat me badly. She abused me in my own unique way, and it will not leave too many scars, but it will make you hurt through the bone marrow. This may be related to her massage techniques. There is also that she is not happy to play outside and when she is in a bad mood, she will beat me badly. This has become her way of relieving stress. Sometimes I once thought she had mental problems. I often tremble in bed after she has abused me. First, she is still in pain. Second, I am worried. I did not dare to complain because I could not find any evidence at all. I also feared that my sister's beautiful and well-behaved image in her stepfather's heart would collapse and the pride of his stepmother would be a laughingstock for others. So I still play the disobedient child. The sister still plays the perfect child.
My sister once said to me: She has never been your younger brother of such a waste, never. I wrote down this sentence very clearly.
I remember one time, my sister's girlfriend bought a pair of beautiful boots. She showed off in front of her friends. It was beautiful. The sister looked very envious. The pair of shoes is also a style that my sister liked very much. It was only the pair of boots that were yellow and my sister preferred red. She wanted to buy a red shoe of the same style so that she did not repeat and had her own taste. But she has no money. For our family at the time, the boots were undoubtedly expensive and extravagant. But her sister was stunned. She looked around and finally found a place to collect money at home. She almost stole all the money at home and bought pairs of boots. But she knew that she would always make things happen. She hid her boots and stuffed the rest of her boots under my pillow and told me about the stepfather. That night, I was a hundred defenders. I was first dragged by a stepfather and beaten for hours with a whip. Then my mother came back and slapd my face. It was my first time being beaten by my mother. I endured my teeth and my face burned. After that, I was fined at the door for a whole evening. My sister was still laughing next to me and I was extremely proud.
The night was quiet, and it was a bit terrible. I was lying on the slate floor, and the wound on my body was burning. The more I wanted to get more and more angry, my heart filled with anger and filled my entire body. Under such circumstances, I could not sleep at all and could not even calm down. Once I have an angry thought, I will look to the moon in heaven and my heart will calm down. It drove away the devil that rose in my heart and lighted the clearest lamp in my heart. Gradually, I think the moonlight is very soft, I was immersed in the moonlight, very comfortable, very comfortable. I even forgot about resentment and forgot the pain.
Whenever I feel pain, I will look to the moon. She always comforts me. ( Article Reading Network: www.sanwen.net)
Later, I fainted. When my mother secretly came to see me, I found I fell to the ground and took me back to the house. I remember when I shouted, "Mom, Mom ….." I felt a hot thing dripping on my face, and then I knew what it was. It was a long-forgotten love.
This matter gradually submerged over time, and the family resumed its normal food chain. This sentence seems a bit cruel, a bit ruthless, but I would like to describe such a relationship at home, especially my relationship with my sister. My heart is painful, helpless, desperate, but who knows, who knows! I do not want to say that this society is unfair. This family is unfair because I grew up in my parents' love. But I can grumble, I can only complain?
The nightmare was repeated one day after another and finally came to an end day. When she was 17, her sister wanted to leave home and go outside. Even if I never want to admit that there is such a "sister," she really will take care of me! Take me care for obedience and obey! She wants to go to the big city. My first feeling is that I'm free. I even had an idea that I hope someone outside could teach her well for me, and call her abused days badly. But my wish is obviously to be frustrated. Can someone like her rule her? what…! Parents also fear that she will suffer hardships outside. Wearing a black trench coat and sunglasses, she is big sister! I imagine this scene, giggling next to my sister's luggage in the car, and I don't know that my sister is really gone. In the following days, I had a feeling of emptiness, and it was really unpleasant that the skin was tickled and no one pumped it.
I was 11 years old that year.
After another five years, I was sixteen. I gradually got up and became a big man. The body is stronger than before. The elder sister did not come back for these years. She will not be able to send letters to her family for a long time. I am not interested in it and I am too lazy to read it. Listening to my mother said that they were all safe letters. In the letter, they said that they were very good. They told family members not to worry about it. By the way, they asked about the situation at home. Each letter of the elder sister's stepfather and mother are back, and it is a dozen pages of stationery. I doubt that there are so many words to say, but there are indeed, I have seen, a dozen pages of letterhead are full of words. The parents' children will not understand it. When the parents know it.
In the autumn of that year, when my elder sister came back, she became more beautiful and she also had more scent of books. This made me a bit strange. She did not like books and anything I knew. Let alone read it. Before returning, she wrote a letter to her family and said she was coming back. The house was like a holiday. The elder sister returned shortly after the letter was sent. She was not as aggressive as ever. She was peaceful and many times. When she entered the door, she touched my face. I suspect it was my sister. The stepfather and his mother were chilling about their sisters. The sister also patiently answered that they were not cold and hungry.
Everyone gradually settled. After sitting down, the stepfather and his mother began to ask for help and ask questions. I think it was a bit boring. I wanted to run out and be stopped by my mother. I pulled my sister to the front and listened to her sister's experience in these years. I was not interested at all. I listened casually. I forgot exactly what I was talking about. I remembered my mind.
That night we were surrounded by round tables and reunion dinner. After the parents are busy, they are very happy. My sister still wanted to help as always, but she was discouraged by her parents. So she didn't do anything. She sat there waiting to eat. I have to say that I have another rice bucket around. Sister's eyes have always been on the stepfather's body, so she did not chat with me. After all she had left for so long, her memories of her stepfather had been blurred for a long time. Now she wants to get it back. She stared at her eyes with tears. From time to time, she watched the stepfather's back, shining in the sparkling light. This kind of look, I think maybe a way to express concern and miss. This I understand very much and I feel the same. I didn't bother her but it was definitely not because of fear.
It took a long time for the rice to cook well and the meals were very good because there were many preparations. I waited on that hungry for a long time. Every time my mother looked at me, she said, "Don't steal food. I don't think so. My sister is not an outsider. I don't need to be so ceremonial. Of course, for me, she is what "outsiders." At that time, I didn't understand it. Later I learned that having a reunion dinner with moving chopsticks symbolized a round of roundness and a good sign. After waiting for a long time to finally eat, I was like a peasant rebel army uprising for many years, and finally I was just as happy as I was. The stepfather and his mother kept giving food to their sisters. The sister also gave orders to her parents. I was left cold, oh oh, this atmosphere was frozen to death. The stepfather was very happy and took out the wine he had collected for many years. I remember that my stepfather hadn’t been drinking for a long time. I didn’t remember him drinking it. Soon I was full, first, no delay (for example, for people), and second, I was really hungry and I was very anxious. I don't think anything like this happened to me on this occasion. I couldn't plug it. I just sat alone on the stone steps in the yard and watched the moon. Of course I was not in pain at the moment.
The courtyard was quiet and I could hear the voice in the room. I didn't want to hear it, but I still vaguely heard that my sister bought a gift for her stepfather and her mother. I didn't expect to have a copy of my own, because I didn't think so much about it. She didn't think I was tired of this home. The voice of the conversation soon disappeared from my ear, because I had new fun and it was the stars in the sky. I often like this, when the moonlight can contain my helplessness, I'll try to find some other fun when I'm bored. Just like a person has a lot of wives, there is always a wife. The family is always anxious and wants to talk to her. The other cockroaches only think when they are happy.
After a while, I entered a delusion, of course, not thinking of exploring the mysteries of the universe. I did not want to fly to the heavens to take off the stars. I was not so great. I always knew I was very small, but I was very persistent and very Fearless, so I firmly believe that he is useful. Just as I started to worry about it, a hand rested on my shoulder. When I turned around, it was my sister. I was startled. Can't believe this is true, because this hand is warm and gentle. In the past, in my memory, my sister’s hand was cold and ruthless. I am somewhat overwhelmed and do not know what to do. Sister sat next to me with stone steps. For a long time, the first time I looked at her sister in such a close distance, she was very beautiful and she seemed to work hard, because there was a little gray bag under the eyes.
"Sheng Rong, this is a gift I bought for you. Do you like it?" My sister said in a gentle tone.
I did not answer, just took the gift and carefully opened it. There was a hardcover edition of 300 words in the Tang and Song dynasties. I am somewhat overjoyed, but the expression is still calm.
“When you were a child, you would love to reciting poems. Next to you, Grandpa Lin taught you poetry. When you were boring, you always ranted back and forth. Sometimes you copied it on a small book. Then I walked away and listened to my mother and said that you have been Asked her for a selection of Song words, she always thought that reading them was useless and I didn't buy them for you. This is for you. I hope you like it. My sister's hope is full of joy. I can accept this gift.
"Thank you, my sister." I finally spoke in front of my elder sister instead of painful screaming. I feel that my sister is changing. I feel that the atmosphere between us is full of equality and friendship. This is not what we have before.
“Before my sister was wrong, my elder sister was too self-willed and cruel to you. My elder sister knew that you wouldn’t forgive my sister so quickly, and my sister wouldn’t expect you to forgive. In the past few years, I’ve always been remorseful and always thinking. Compensate for you.The previous thing was a nightmare for you and it was not for me.I sometimes wake up from a nightmare, I returned to the previous me, I was terrified, I could not believe that Such a self.We are all grown up, bad things, we have forgotten it, I no longer have me as the center, I have a career that I love, for it, I am willing to pay my life You have grown up, you have become a strong young man, and you have your own favorite interests. It's very good. Your sister will bless you and hope you can live a happy life." Said her sister, earnestly, as if she was looking forward to it. My forgiveness.
"Is that you still go?" I just said something lightly.
"In a few days, it will be a few days away. I can't stay at home for too long. There is something going on outside." The elder sister is a bit uneasy, as if she is afraid of something.
"You don't like poetry? Who like it? Which one?" My sister asked curiously, very patient. I can feel the sincerity and expectation of my sister.
"Su Shi's," Diediehua – spring scene "," flowers faded red green apricot small. Swallows fly, people around the green water. Branches willow cotton blowing and less. End of the world where there is no grass. Wall wall outside the swing, wall Outsiders, the beautiful women in the wall laughed. The laughter gradually disappeared. The sentimental was unkind. 'I like it very much.' I slowly opened my heart.
"There are some words in it, and there are other words of Su Shi. He is a prolific writer. His reputation is very good and the word is very popular. His poems are also very good. For example, the first one is the outer branch of bamboo, three branches and two, Chunjiang Plumbing. The duck prophet. The Artemisia sphaerocephala was short and it was the pufferfish who wanted to go up.” “Hui Chong Chunjiang Evening Scene” was very lively and vivid.” The elder sister took the book and dropped it to continue. My sister wants to talk to me and I can feel it. I feel very comfortable, I have forgotten my old grief and my heart is open.
Soon I started chatting with my sister and I was only poetry at first. Then I gradually talked about life, but it was mainly my life. I talked with great interest. My sister listened attentively and gave me some suggestions from time to time. I think I have benefited a lot. As for her sister’s life in the past few years, especially her work, she did not mention it to me and she did not even mention it to her parents. Those exchanges are just trivial things. We later talked about the scars. When my sister and I were on it, my father blew my scar. My sister also showed me his scars. I asked her how she got it. She did not say. But I seem to have seen it from a friend's father. I realized that it was a gunshot wound. I have so little fear of flashing, I did not ask more, I just enjoyed the feeling of having my sister for the first time. This feeling is different from the relationship between parents and children, and it is less clear-cut. It's kind of like a friend, but it's more intimate. And just under the same moonlight, I am happy to welcome the return of my sister and feel warm.
Dangdang when ………. A loud knock on the door broke this harmonious atmosphere. The mother was just about to open the door. The elder sister shook her head and whispered: They came to catch me. I was a revolutionary party. The sister hurriedly took the baggage that had just been put down and ran to the back door. The door was instantly opened, and a face-faced wolf officer rushed in with several soldiers. He looked at his sister's escape for a second. Just about to chase, the mother stopped in front of him. He said to his mother intimidatingly: "If you give me away, or I will rob it." He repeated intimidating tone twice in a row, and the mother did not escape because she knew what was the result of being captured by the Revolutionary Party. The town had such an example. It could only be a corpse.
The officer took out his gun to his mother and shot twice. The poor mother fell without any struggle. He is so cold-blooded that he does not care. Killing an innocent person is as common as killing an ant. I was scared and staggered and stayed motionless. I slowly walked back to God and cried beside my mother and burst into tears. I hold her hand. Her hands are so cool and cool. I panically helped her to warm her hands, but coldness was passed into my heart through my hands. I felt a cold heart in my heart, and I had no temperature as a living person. The officers and men under the hurry chased out from the back door. Then I heard five or six shots. I realized that my sister was in danger and rushed to the door but couldn't find her figure or her body. But there was a huge amount of blood on the ground. I was horrified and my head was blown up. I was twitching. I know. The elder sister is more vicious.
Stepfather sat in a chair, motionless, full of despair in his eyes, like a sculpture. He wanted to lose his temper but he didn't know who it was. It seemed to be back to the helplessness of ten years ago. That night I lost my dearest mother and the kind and warm sister I just found.
The soldiers did not come back after chasing their sisters from the back door. It was like a stunned soul who disappeared after losing his life. Just a happy home, only me and my stepfather, there is a wave of cold wind. The stepfather had been sitting there, motionless, which made me feel very scared. I tried to persuade my stepfather that even then I was so helpless and desperate. I also hope someone can appease me. But I think I am already a man. Men must have their own responsibility and they must learn to bear. I thought, tears involuntarily down, and my hands trembled. I stroking the stepfather's shoulder with a trembling hand and said: Dad, are you okay? Dad, are you okay? He didn't answer or stay motionless. I didn't say anything, no matter how I advised him. I had to give up. I think maybe he will be better. He stayed there for a whole night. I cried for a long time that night and cried myself to feel that the water in my body was dry. I cried exhausted and my body collapsed. I lay on the cold ground and looked up at the moon. I resented my heart rising out of my heart. The moonlight is very gentle, as if it can melt the sorrow of all the world. However, I think my hatred has flooded the entire world and spread to places where the moonlight does not shine. I would like to let hatred stay in that dark corner. I screamed: I will take revenge! I want to take revenge!
The next day, Dad returned to normal. I hate that he hated the bottom of my heart. He was so ruthless, so heartless, not even a single tear. A group of people rushed toward the mouth of the town, and I knew something was wrong. There was an unpredictable feeling. I followed the crowd and went to the archway at the entrance of the village. I saw the corpse of my sister and was hung beside the archway. I rushed like crazy, with the help of several villagers, I put down my sister. I saw my sister lying there motionless, and I thought my sister would be asleep. I feel bad to touch her sister's face and sit there crying loudly. My first reaction was that I wanted to send my sister home. I took my sister and walked home in the direction of limping. My eyes are tears, so that the road ahead is blurred. I must hold on, I can't fall, I want to fight. If I fall, how can I afford my sister, worthy of the word dear. Finally arrived home, I was exhausted, I put down my sister and collapsed to the ground. Dad didn't show abnormal surprise and abnormal pain. He only touched his sister's body and said: daughter, my daughter, what happened to you? Then he turned to push the wheelchair into the main house, his back gradually disappeared in my sight. Later, my mother and sister's offense was done by my father and I. Although my usual mother was very well-placed in the town, the people who came out of the day were pitiable. It may be that people in the town are afraid to have a relationship with the revolutionary party.
Later, my stepfather was also mentally involved. He left me after six months and I was not worried. I decided to go south and join the revolutionary army against Yuan Shikai. I was eighteen years old.