In the year I was born, family planning was strictly enforced, and there were families in the village who had a second child, and they either had to hide in other places or were fined. It's just me, the second child born in the open, not because of the power in the family, but because my brother has a congenital brain disease, as the saying goes, is mentally retarded.

My mother raised a small bamboo pole in her hand and said to my brother, "Never touch my brother, remember?" Because I was afraid that he would hurt me, my parents did not allow him to enter our room, and even if he was eating, he would eat alone in his cabin. He used to sneak out of our door and look inside, and when he saw me, he laughed so hard that his mouth watered.

In fact, when my brother was very young, he was also deeply loved, and his parents named him "Fulai", which means blessing from the east, but when children of the same age have learned to talk and walk, his eyes are dull and he can't say a word. After it was found out that it was a brain disease, the grandparents poured their grievances on his mother, and his mother imposed the grievances on him, and he was often beaten for a trivial matter.

Sometimes, my mother would hold me in the yard and bask in the sun. He approached cautiously, excitedly trying to touch my face, and my mother took me aside like a plague and shouted at him, Don't touch my brother, do you want to pass the disease on to my brother?

Once, when my parents were away, he looked at me in my aunt's arms from afar, still smirking and drooling. My aunt felt sad and beckoned to him and said, "Come, touch my brother's hand." He quickly dodged, slurred his words, and said intermittently, no... Don't touch... Transmit... Infect.

My aunt cried that day, and he reached out to wipe her tears, still laughing. As I grew up, every time I babbled at my brother, he danced with excitement, but my mother would always rush over and pick me up.

The sun was scorching, and he looked at the other children with popsicles in their hands, and his brother licked his lips, feeling hot and thirsty. Those kids say, "If you learn how to crawl on the ground, you'll give you popsicles." He learned, but instead of giving him the popsicle, they leaned back and laughed.

The elder brother, who had always been slow, slammed up from the ground and snatched it like crazy, and the children were stunned. He ran home with popsicles in hand, melting along the way, and by the time he ran home, there was only a pitiful bits left. I was playing in the yard, and he took advantage of my mother's lack of attention, held up the popsicle in front of me, and said, Eat, eat, brother, eat.

My mother just watched him draw at me with a small wooden stick, and rushed over and pushed him away. He fell to the ground, and the only remaining popsicle stick fell to the ground, and he looked at it for a while, and then cried.

I never called his brother, so when he was playing in the yard, he would shout "brother" three meters away, "Brother... "He wanted me to hear it, and called him brother."

I grew up being called "stupid brother" by others, and I hated the title to the core. So at that time, I looked at my brother, who was always smiling at me, and my heart was full of disgust.

Once I fought with someone else because of the title of "stupid brother", I was pressed under that classmate, and suddenly the other party's body left me lightly, it was my brother. I had never seen my brother lift the boy sideways and throw him to the ground.

The boy suddenly rolled on the ground and cried out in pain. I was scared, I was in trouble, I was afraid that my father would beat me. At that moment, I hated my mother so much, why did I give birth to a fool to be my brother. Pushed my brother hard and yelled angrily, who made you meddle, you fool. My brother was pushed against a tree and stared at me dumbfoundedly.

That day, my father asked me to kneel side by side with my brother on the ground, and when the bamboo pole fell mercilessly, my brother lay on my body and said to my father with pain and trembling, "Hit, hit me!"

A few days later, my relatives in the city brought candy that I had never seen before, and my mother gave me eight pieces and left three pieces for my brother, and this was not the first time that such a thing happened, and I accepted it as a matter of course. The next morning, my brother smirked at me outside the window knocking on the glass, tiptoeing over a hand with two pieces of candy in his dirty palm.

I was stunned and didn't answer. When my brother reached out again, it turned into three pieces of candy. It was the only three pieces of candy that my brother had, and he said vaguely, "Eat, brother!" For some reason, this time I suddenly didn't want it, and my brother was so anxious that he stomped his feet and couldn't speak, so he simply peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into my mouth. When I ate the candy, I clearly saw tears in my brother's eyes.

On the day I got the admission letter from the county high school, my parents were so happy that I couldn't keep my mouth shut, and my brother was also jumping and jumping with joy. In fact, my brother didn't understand what high school was, but he knew that his younger brother had fought for his family, and now no one calls him a fool, but calls him "Brother Kangzi".

The night before I left home, my brother still refused to enter my house, but gave me a flower cloth bag outside the window, and when I opened it, it was a few new sets of clothes. It was all made by my aunt for our brothers a few years ago, or given to my aunt in the city. It turned out that for so many years, my brother had not worn new clothes.

However, my parents and I never paid attention. Only then did I realize that my brother's clothes were frayed and his pants were so short that they hung from his legs, and he was funny like a clown. I suddenly felt a sour nose, what else have I given my brother for so many years, except for the disgust of my childhood, and the neglect of my growing up?

My brother still smirked many years ago, but there was a little more expectation in his eyes, and I knew what that expectation was. Even though my brother didn't know that I was getting taller, and he didn't know the style of my clothes, I couldn't wear them out. But I still pretended to accept the clothes, and happily compared my body and asked him, "Brother, is it good-looking?" My brother nodded vigorously, and his mouth was very big when he smiled.

I wrote two words on the paper, "brother". Pointing to the word "brother" and saying to my brother, this word reads brother, brother is brother is you, and pointed to the word "brother", this word reads brother, and my brother is me. "Brother" means that there is an elder brother first, and then there is a younger brother, and without you, there is no me.

On that day, I repeated the teachings that my brother insisted on pronouncing those two words as "brother," intermittently but resolutely.

Junior... Elder brother. When my brother left, I cried, and my brother was telling me that in his heart, my brother will always come first, and without my brother, there will be no brother.

For a rural kid, high school life was extraordinary, with girls in the city wearing short skirts in the summer, skipping classes with a brother in the dormitory in the winter, and I almost forgot that there was an older brother with brain disease.

Northeast people are not afraid of the harsh winter of ice and snow. There is heating in the room, wear a down jacket and warm shoes when you go out, even if the cold wind is like a knife. But the people of the Northeast are afraid of the turn of autumn and winter, the autumn wind is blowing fiercely, and a heavy snow will fall in the cold, and then catch up with the heat company's procrastination, and the bolt has not been turned on for heating, and the days will have to pass! Especially for us students, the dormitory is not allowed to plug in the mattress, nor is it allowed to use the electric heater, the most difficult days, can only carry a bottle full of hot water in the arms, wrapped in a quilt as the "head of the regiment"!

That afternoon, the cold wind was blowing, and none of the buddies in the same dormitory went out to hang out, they were all cats in the dormitory. Wang Xing, who was standing next to the window, suddenly shouted at me: "Song Kang, fool!

"Shut your foul mouth!, who is the fool?" I glared at Wang Xing angrily when I heard Wang Xing's shout, and I was reading a novel. The monkey pointed out the window and continued to shout excitedly: "I didn't say you, I meant that there was a fool at the school gate, who actually hung his shoes around his neck and walked barefoot on a cold day!"

After that, the buddies in the same dormitory rushed over to watch the excitement, and I also threw down my book and stepped forward. Our sophomore boys' dormitory is on the fourth floor, and you can clearly see the school gate through the window glass. Sure enough, there was a tall boy at the school gate, his hair was tossed by the wind, and the laces of his galoshes were tied together and hung around his neck.

I jerked around and rushed out of the dorm as fast as I could, it was my silly brother!

Rushing from the fourth floor to the next floor, I barely used ten seconds. I grabbed my eldest brother's arm and ran quickly towards the artificial lake where there were fewer pedestrians, and seeing that there were few pedestrians, I finally couldn't control it, and shouted with a red face and a thick neck: "Big brother, who let you come?"