Before I was 10 years old, I didn't spend much time with my brother.

Every year during the summer vacation, my brother and I will be together, and occasionally when my mother is sick, my father will take the two of us at the same time, or my father will have a long meeting, and my mother will take us two.

When I was with my brother, he always put up with me.

When I was a child, at home, my parents didn't come back from working in the field very late, so I didn't stay at home, and my brother had no choice but to move two small benches to the gate, I sat down next to my brother, and often fell asleep by my brother. My brother was only 4 years older than me, and he held on until my parents came home and my father carried me to bed.

That summer, my brother changed his teeth, and I had to shake my brother's two front teeth every day, and my brother said that it was very troublesome that the teeth would not fall out, or you would take a hemp rope to tie these two front teeth, and you would help me pull them down like a see.

I readily agreed.

My brother took the white thread that my mother sewed the quilt, and I tied his two front teeth, which I thought was very funny, and I pulled it twice, and my brother's teeth fell out, and my brother's mouth was full of blood in an instant.

Mom saw it and said, "Xiaoyu, you can really go down."

I said, "My brother asked me to pull it."

Mom and Dad were very strict with my brother, and Dad never hit me until I was 12 years old. My mother has a bad temper and occasionally beats me. But my brother is different. Whenever my brother's homework was not completed or his handwriting was not good, my father would ask me to find my brother, and I would find my brother at my cousin's house, and tell my brother with a smile that my father was looking for you.

My brother looked at me happily and thought that there was nothing wrong, and he would often be beaten without any psychological defense.

Daddy's tool for beating my brother was my mother's ruler for cutting clothes, and every time my dad would pump it on his ass, my brother would cry loudly, and I would hide and watch.

That ruler was the thing my brother hated the most when he was in elementary school, and in the end, the ruler cracked countless cracks because of the number of punishments.

Mom would never hit my brother or me with this ruler, and when Mom was angry, she liked to twist her ears, it hurt. Whenever my mother wanted to beat me because I was naughty, my brother always hugged me and protected me.

One time my brother and I were at home with my mother, and my brother made a mistake, and my mother shut him out of the gate, and he was scared to think about it in the dark night. My brother was crying outside the door, and my mother immediately relented, maybe she wanted to find a step, so she asked me: Do you want my brother to come in?

Afterwards, my mother told my father about this incident and sighed, you girl is hard-hearted.

I remember when I was in the second grade, one week my dad took us, my brother and I were asleep, and my dad hadn't come back yet, and when I woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to go to the bathroom, he woke up my brother. My brother asked me helplessly: Can you hold it? I shook my head.

My brother had to put on his clothes, help me put them on, and take me by the hand to the toilet in the southeast corner of the school playground.

The moon was bright that night, the school was empty, and I was scared, feeling that there were ghosts everywhere in the dark shadows. My brother pretended to be calm: I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, my brother is here. But I could feel my brother shaking.

When I got to the toilet door, my brother wanted to take me to the boys' toilet, but I resolutely refused!

My brother advised me: There is no one at school at night, how embarrassing it is for me to go to the women's bathroom. I cried and said, "I don't go to the women's bathroom anyway." I couldn't hold it anymore and was going to pee. My brother had no choice but to accompany me into the women's bathroom, and when I finished going to the toilet, he pulled me back to my room.

One year we spent the winter vacation in Kongjia Primary School, it was very snowy that day, my brother and I had a snowball fight on the second floor of the teaching building, my brother couldn't bear to knock the snowball down on me, but I played up, holding the snowball and constantly attacking, my brother retreated, and as a result, I slipped down the stairs carelessly, my nose bleed, and I cried in fright. My brother wiped the blood and said, "Don't be afraid, I'll say I fell myself." When I returned to the room, my mother saw that my brother's nose was bleeding, and he was still on his new clothes, and reprimanded my brother for why he didn't look at it, and such a big person still wrestled.

I stood silently and didn't speak.

There's one thing I've been thinking about for a long time.

One year at home during the winter vacation, my mother went to the city to see her sister. When it was time to eat, my brother couldn't find me all over the village, and I didn't want to go home when I finally found me, so I wanted to continue playing with my friends.

My brother was a little angry, and pulled me back, saying that I was not sensible, my mother was not at home, and my father was busy with other things, so hurry up and have lunch.

My brother said that I was upset. The pouting face fell off and followed his brother home.

Dad's hemp rice, the rice is in a steel pot, this rice is my least favorite meal.

My brother began to serve the rice, first for my father to put on the table, and then to my small bowl also served, I deliberately stood behind my brother with a small bowl, and as soon as my brother turned around, I poured my own rice on my padded jacket and began to cry.

When my father heard the news, he rushed to see me crying, and the padded jacket was still dirty, so he slapped my brother, and my brother cried sadly.

I didn't think that my father would be so strict with my brother, and I regretted it a little, I just wanted to take revenge on my brother for saying that I really didn't want to eat this meal.

I turned around and wiped my clothes with a towel, not daring to look at my brother's tear-stained face. I have some regrets......

My brother's IQ is very high, and once when my parents were not at home, there was a shout from the street selling zongzi, and I said I wanted to eat zongzi.

My brother and I were locked up at home by our parents, and the two of us had no money on us, so I hummed and said that I really wanted to eat zongzi.

My brother thought about it and said, you first stop the person selling zongzi through the door and ask him how much it is, and my brother will find a way.

I ran to the gate and shouted through the gap in the locked wooden door, "How much is the rice dumpling seller?" The rice dumpling seller said loudly: 8 cents.

I shouted: Don't go.

The seller of rice dumplings heard my cry and replied loudly, "Okay." With a long voice, he left his flat frame on my doorstep.

I rushed back to see what my brother could do.

I saw my brother applying glue to his plastic ruler, and I was very surprised and asked him what he was doing.

My brother smiled mysteriously at me, moved a chair, and stood on it.

I kind of understand what my brother is going to do. Dad made a wooden storage box, this storage box is very chic, it is the shape of a house, it has a roof and a door, and the upper end is fixed to the wall. Can be rocked from side to side. The two doors were fitted with noses and locked with a small lock, and there was a small rectangular hole in the roof in which a five-cent coin could be easily inserted. Usually, Mom and Dad will put the steel hammer they are looking for when they buy something.

The words of this small wooden box were nailed to the wall, and the elder brother stood on the chair just one end higher than the wooden box, only to see him stuff the ruler into the small wooden box, gently shook the small wooden box from side to side, and then pulled out the ruler, and when he pulled out the ruler, there was actually a coin stuck on the ruler. I was so happy, after a few times, my brother glued out 8 cents, just enough for us to buy a zongzi.

I took the money and ran to the door to stuff it out, but my brother came to stop me and said: Let him hand the zongzi in first and then give the money, otherwise the money will go out and he will run away......

I got my wish to eat zongzi, and after eating more than half of it, I remembered my brother, and my brother tasted a small bite, and I ate the rest......