On that day, my parents were away, and my sister took me to rummage through the hidden "food" as usual.

Speaking of which, I would like to "emphasize" that in addition to my sister's own gold-lettered signboard - "brazen" extremely poor expressions, demeanor and behavior, I also have a very "special" ability, that is, the ability to "explore food".

No matter how secret the parents hide the delicious food and how real the disguise is, they can always be found by the sister, and after the beautiful food is eaten, it will be restored without a trace. That's why I fell for her and ate her elaborate "snot delicacies".

Except, of course, what has already been eaten into the stomach.

This time is no different.

Suddenly, my sister discovered a new world - it was a bag of milk powder that had been opened!

The excitement forced her to suddenly jump high, not to mention the excitement, and yelled at me: "Dunzi! There is still milk powder at home! Haha! Come on, let's eat together." ”

Although she was very excited, she didn't wait to take out the milk powder, but carefully observed the location of the milk powder bag, the direction of placement, whether there was anything special up and down, and whether there were special things around the "north, south, east and west".

First, I found a small spoon, used the spoon to reach into the milk powder bag about an inch wide, scooped a large spoonful full of it and slowly put it into my mouth, and then closed my lips and slowly pulled out the spoon, looking like I was afraid of spilling the milk powder outside.

Then, while nodding and closing his eyes, enjoying the beauty and happiness of this moment, he muttered to himself while chewing: "Um, um, well, good, good, good, good, really delicious." ”

This series of coherent and skillful movements was "fully visible" to me.

You must know that this bag of milk powder was quietly hidden for me by my parents!

At this time, the "selfish little devil" hidden in my heart has occupied all my reason and nerves, filling my entire brain, watching her enjoy the food that should belong to me one bite after another.

At this moment, I can feel that my anger value has soared, and after repeatedly rejecting the milk powder that my sister sent to my mouth, my expression was slightly stiff, my facial muscles were already twitching together, and the sound of breathing was getting heavier and heavier, more frequent, more and more rapid, and a puffing look jumped on my face.

Obviously, my sister was completely unaware of my demeanor under the temptation of "good food".

"Dunzi, hurry up and eat, hurry up, you can also take a big bite, and then the two of us will make a big glass of milk to drink, and 'destroy the corpse' while my parents haven't come back yet." ”

My sister tried to chew the milk powder in her mouth, talking to me in slurred language, and in the process, white powder quietly squirted out from the corner of her mouth.

Before I could finish speaking, my sister scooped another spoonful "fiercely" and quickly handed it to my mouth.

As soon as I heard that "something is not good," my sister still wants to drink it after eating? That's okay! The only bag of milk powder she has eaten has been eaten by her! So what will I eat and drink in the future?

So I swallowed vaguely in an attitude of "strict economy", and refused the milk powder handed to my mouth for the last time.

The original idea was to hope that my sister could put the spoonful of milk powder I didn't eat back into the bag, and save some to eat by herself, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is meat!

However, the plot of the story often does not develop according to the wishes of the protagonist.

When my sister heard that I didn't eat it, her eyes flashed with excitement, and she confirmed to me again: "Dunzi, such a delicious milk powder, don't you really want to eat it?

Before I could answer, she couldn't wait to swallow the spoonful of milk powder that "should" belong to me into her mouth, chewed and chewed happily, and when her mouth was closed, she could still see some powder that was "unwilling" to be eaten, squeezed out of her sister's mouth and scattered in the air.

This spoonful of milk powder is the legendary "last straw that broke the camel's back"!

This makes me so angry, I haven't eaten a bite, but you have eaten so much!

I suddenly "anger rises from my heart, and evil grows to the side of my guts", and the anger that has been brewing in the dantian for a long time erupts in the form of "lion roar".

"Ahh

At the same time, he also used the "left and right fighting technique" to punch my sister in the back with all his strength, and the sound of the fist falling down made me feel some unbearable pain in my hands.

"This is the milk powder my mother bought for me! It's for me! You can't eat it, you know! When you're done, I'm gone! Don't eat it! Don't eat it! Don't eat it!"

While roaring, he continued to wave his fist and pound and pound hard at his sister, at that moment it seemed to have exhausted all the strength of his life, and in the process of doing it, he could feel that the hand that hit his sister hurt so much.

My sister looked at all this happening in front of her in a daze, the milk powder didn't seem to have been chewed yet, her mouth was still unconsciously closed slightly, and the tears in her eyes came out like raindrops.

The emotions that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly gushed out like a flood that had opened the floodgates, crying and shouting: "The delicious food at home is reserved for you, so I should eat steamed buns, boiled water, and potatoes, right? I know that all the food is reserved for you, but I still have to pretend not to know, and pull you to eat with me, do you know how I feel in my heart? I am like a child who has been picked up, I can't eat the delicious food, I can't drink the good food, and in the end I am beaten every day because of all kinds of small things. Why do you have to carry me on your back to keep you when you have something delicious? Do you think that's fair?"

My sister seems to have vented all the complaints and grievances that have been accumulated for a long time. After saying that, he threw the milk powder bag there casually, and ran out of the door crying without looking back.

I was stunned for a long time, and an indescribable feeling of distress arose, and I suddenly felt so sorry, why was I so selfish, why was I so stingy, why was I so ignorant?

In my mind, my sister was kind to me, playing with me, painting with me, playing pranks with me, and many other pictures suddenly came to my mind, and I felt remorseful.

How can you treat her like this with some milk powder?

Looking at the back of her leaving, I really wanted to stop her and tell her that I was wrong, I regretted it, don't go...... But I never screamed, just silently wept and wept in tears.

This time I didn't tell my parents about it, and when I was found out, I only said that I was hungry and ate a few bites with a spoon.

On the second day of this story, my sister took her first steps into society by getting on a train alone in the early hours of the morning and going to a city closer to the town where we lived.

Before leaving, I felt in a daze that she kissed me the left and right cheeks, and she was 16 years old at the time.

Ignorant and ignorant, I found out that my sister did not come home as usual after school at night, and when I asked about my mother, I learned that my sister went to work in the field, and it would be a long time before I came back, hearing the news, my sky seemed to fall, my heart was empty, and an indescribable feeling echoed in my heart, which really understood the meaning of my sister's two deep kisses in my sleep.

At that moment, I suddenly found that I had grown up, and after listening to my mother's words, I didn't say anything, just silently walked out the door, looking at the stars in the night sky, tears couldn't stop filling my eyes, and slowly falling down my cheeks.

Regrets, regrets and sadness that have never been felt before.

The "milk powder incident" the day before is vivid, if only I let my sister eat another bite, if only she had a glass of milk, if only ......

My thoughts were chaotic and complicated, and my tears couldn't stop flowing, recalling that not long ago, my sister took me to steal the family's candy and steal the family's egg cakes, recalled that my sister stood up for me when I was beaten at school, recalled the countless times she was beaten at home because of me, and recalled the way she ran out of the door crying because of the "milk powder incident...... I recalled the bits and pieces with my sister, whether it was happy or troubled......

"Dunzi, you must study hard, and in the future, you will rely on your own efforts to change the status quo and change your family!"

"Dunzi, my mother has paid a lot for the family, and we can't let my mother suffer a little more grievances when we grow up!"

"Dunzi, you must remember that only by studying diligently can you realize your dreams, come on!"

At that moment, I truly realized the pain of the separation of my relatives.

Although it is not a life and death parting, the emotional inextricable sustenance and ties can only be triggered from the depths of the heart when they are separated, and they are vividly triggered.

The stars in the night twinkle and blink. Some are brighter, some are darker, and many are hung above the canopy. At this moment, I found that all the stars were like my sister waving to me, winking at me, and greeting me.

That night, at the risk of domestic violence, I insisted on sleeping in the same place where my sister had slept, in the room outside, at the risk of domestic violence. Just to remember the beauty and happiness of that moment, just to feel the only familiar breath of my sister, let me think about her more, and miss her more.

The night was so silent, only the sound of the clock ticked and ticked, and only the tear-soaked pillow left evidence that I had not slept all night.

That night I quietly told myself that from now on, I couldn't let myself do anything I regretted again.

Anything, think twice.

Once you make up your mind, you will never look back and never regret it.

Whether it's for people or things.

I was 8 years old.

And so far, I can pat my chest and say that I did it, without exception.

The days will continue little by little, and will not stagnate with people's joys, sorrows, subjective and objective thoughts and wishes.

Sister, no matter what, no matter where you are, no matter what your circumstances are, I hope you will have peace, happiness, and joy in your life.