"Hahahaha......"

My sister was already laughing at this time, and what was even more excessive was that she had convulsed a few times because she had laughed for too long, and even made a "quack, quack, quack......" sound of poor ventilation at one point.

The most helpless thing is that he is still rolling involuntarily on the big kang.

My sister's unbearable behavior gave me a sense of déjà vu, which was exactly the same as when my mother knew that my little nose was chased and pecked several times by a big.

Suddenly a sense of foreboding came to my heart, and although I had some doubts in my heart, I didn't think much about it, because my sister only showed crazy laughter accompanied by exaggerated movements, which could not prove anything.

Besides, isn't it embarrassing to ask a child who was not in elementary school at the time to analyze the clues of the case?

I didn't know what it meant, but while savoring the little delicacy, I followed my sister and smirked, laughing as energetically and happily as her, I didn't know what it was for, but I just responded stupidly.

Looking back, I was really stupid and ashamed at that time.

My sister laughed insolently for more than 20 minutes, and only slowly stopped when she was exhausted from laughing and still a little unfinished.

But it can be seen from her expression when she speaks that she is still "aftermath", and she is still immersed in the incident that made her extremely "hilarious".

"Laugh at me, laugh at me...... Ha ha...... I was so angry when I laughed...... Haha......" My sister said weakly while laughing, as if the happiness and joy just now had consumed all her strength.

What the hell is going on?

"Sister, what are you laughing at?"

My sister's "unbridled" laughter had already drowned out my question in embarrassment, so I asked innocently again with extreme curiosity.

"Dunzi, let me tell you, you really can't tell anyone!"

My sister hooked my hand at me, motioned for me to lean forward, and once again put on the "cheeky" gold-lettered signboard and told me mysteriously, "That good thing you just ate...... Hahaha...... Hee-hee......"

"I rubbed it for you myself with my slimy snot!"

"Hahaha......"

"Why do you think it's so salty?"

"Hahaha......"

"Why do you say it's so small?"

"Hahaha......"

"It took me more than twenty minutes to rub it out!"

"I'm a good cook, right?"

"Hahaha......"

As he spoke, he seemed to remember my "relishing" snot appearance, and once again "bombarded" me with laughter.

It dawned on me that I was actually allowed to eat her snot!

I also told me that it was delicious, and the reason why I couldn't tell my parents was that I was afraid of being beaten!

The upper body of the "drama spirit" is nothing more than that!

Annoyed and angry, I thought for the first time that laughter could be so harsh! I was restless for a moment, and my mind involuntarily made up the quiet and embarrassing process of "chewing and tasting food" over and over again.

Finished!

The feeling of nausea was completely lingering, and the brain kept "looping" the embarrassing picture.

Too late to know!

I swallowed that little snot a long time ago!

Once upon a time, not long ago, I couldn't chew the "delicious" with a lot of effort, and I swallowed it with a lot of effort......

Vomit......

Suddenly, a particularly nauseous feeling swirled back and forth in my head, and my throat and eyes felt as if they were covered with sticky snot. (Anyway, my throat was also very uncomfortable when I wrote this paragraph...... ）

"Ahh

When I was about to tear open my voice and prepare to cry, my sister's "cheeky" gold-lettered "big-faced plate" flashed beside me again like a ghost, proudly swinging her neck and twisting her body, dancing in front of me in an "ugly" dance and said to me:

"We just pulled the hook, who told Mom and Dad who puppy!"

"We just pulled the hook, who told Mom and Dad who puppy!"

"We just pulled the hook, who told Mom and Dad who puppy!"

......

This lame limerick poem forcibly blocked back the cry I was about to blurt out.

Full of routines!

I wiped the tears from my face with my sleeve, covered the tears on my face with a wet towel, and sat there stunned, not wanting to say anything, not wanting to do anything, and putting on a sulking appearance.

In fact, the mood is not so bad, because such a "prank" by Xiaowei has long been a habit, and she will not take it to heart at all.

The main reason is that the scene is so disgusting that no matter what, it lingers in the brain, and it feels like it is possible to vomit it when it moves, so I have to use the silent act of silence to fight back and express my protest and dissatisfaction.

Xin said: "Okay, you won this time!"

When my father returned, he seemed to notice the strange atmosphere of our siblings and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay, it's all good. ”

My sister was afraid that I would tell the "boogers" incident and make her suffer from flesh and skin, so she hurriedly answered her father's words.

My father looked at me and saw that I didn't react, just turned his back to him and looked down at the book, and didn't say anything more.

When my sister thought she had escaped and let her guard down, my father suddenly "took a break" and found that there were some speckled things on the back of my light-colored clothes, which looked like a lot of ant-sized "bugs" from a distance, and there were quite a few of them, occupying two-thirds of the back of my clothes, so he quickly pulled me to his side.

When I got closer, I realized that some granular things were attached to my body, and there were even small pieces of white gelatinous things stuck to my back.

"What is this? Dunzi, where are your clothes dirty?"

"No?" I recalled, I didn't do anything else today except being "bullied" by my sister at home, how could I get dirty? Because I knew that if I soiled my clothes, I would also be severely repaired.

"I didn't go outside today!"

I was still wondering what it was, and the hero suddenly discovered the clue, and it seemed that nothing could be hidden from the hero's eyes.

The hero checked my clothes while looking at them, and said with some suspicion: "This thing can be buttoned off, it looks like it is...... Snot?"

......

"Small-——! Wei"

......

To this day, I can't forget my sister's gold-lettered signboard - "brazen" signature demeanor and actions, especially the "villain's ambition" after doing something bad.

That cheap look really wants people to clean up.

One day not long after, during dinner, I suddenly found that I saw the shadow of her mother in my niece Chenxi, and it was indeed "there must be a mother and a daughter", which made me sigh from the bottom of my heart:

"Your 'cheeky' expression is really like your mother's demeanor!"

Things like this happen frequently in my family's "Xiaonan Room", and a lot of "trivial" housework always makes my sister "take the blame", and my sister is miserable.

My sister went to junior high school, so she slept with us on the kang.

She slept in the outer room, and my parents and I slept in the inner room, in addition to the many inconveniences of the girl growing up, it was also able to provide her with an independent space for her to study with peace of mind.

When I wanted to protect my mother for some reason, I was once again served by my father's cruel stick, and the 1.5-meter-long, about the thickness of the mop rod, was broken by the internal force of my sister's "Golden Bell Hood Iron Cloth Shirt".

It's a pity that she has always "learned martial arts for a short time, and her skills are still shallow", and after paying the heavy price of "skin and flesh, scarred" and "wounded a thousand enemies, and damaged eight hundred", she finally ended up in bed for a week.

When my mother got up at night, she accidentally found that the light in the outhouse was on, so she quietly looked, my sister was sitting there with a three-edged dagger in both hands, gesturing something in front of her, and there were words in her mouth, my mother was afraid that my sister would not want to do something stupid, and she was afraid that the sudden appearance would disturb my sister and cause other bad things, so for the sake of safety, she coughed a few times and said deliberately: Xiaowei, what are you doing? The lights are still on so late, don't you sleep?

Hearing her mother's voice, my sister turned off the light in a panic and quickly covered her head under the quilt.

The next day, when my mother was folding the quilt, I accidentally saw a passage written by my sister in her diary:

Thursday, June 20 Sunny

Every day I was beaten to death, let me die, or let me get out of this demon cave.

Grow up quickly, grow up quickly, as long as you leave, no matter what way it is the best ending.

But the most uneasy thing in my heart is my kind mother and my lovely brother.

As the saying goes: There is a god three feet above my head, where is the god? When will I be able to help me get out of the sea of suffering? I don't know if my mother and brother will miss me when I die, and that person must wish I died.

Part of this note was told to me by my mother after my sister got married.

It is conceivable that a discordant family has such a huge influence on children, so that children are young. Thoughts become extraordinarily extreme, paranoid, and deformed. Even the symptoms of depression appeared, and there were thoughts of suicide.

As I said before, there is zero tolerance for domestic violence, and that's why.

Therefore, from the moment I became a husband and a father, I told myself that I would use my life to make my wife live happily every day and my son to grow up happily and healthily.

Use my role as a husband and father to take care of them all their lives and protect them all their lives. I have doubled the regret of being a wife and the great fatherly love I have never felt in my childhood to make up for it to my wife and children.

Leave no regrets in the only journey of life!