The teacher told us that we could only rely on ourselves to get into a good high school. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I started studying day and night, and my brother loved to come and play with me.

Because my mother needs to cook, I can only shoulder this heavy responsibility.

At first, I had a lot of fun, but I often forgot to go there because I was playing with my brother.

My grades are slowly regressing, but it's not that I'm regressing.

Instead, my classmates behind me have started to study hard, and each of them has improved by leaps and bounds.

Those who have money go to cram school, and those who don't have money to cram school also begin to scrub and review secretly.

But I started to stop, and I knew it was my brother.

I started trying to get my brother's attention with toys so that I could have a chance to learn.

But my brother played with every one of my toys.

There is no way to attract my brother's attention with toys anymore.

I started thinking about something more useful.

Until one day I found something useful.

That's candy, of course mom doesn't let my brother eat candy.

Because if you eat it, it will get hot and your teeth will be damaged.

There are only disadvantages and no good.

My pocket money is useless because I am busy studying.

I went and bought a lot of candy and put it in my drawer.

Whenever my brother came to me, I took one out of the drawer and lured him away.

"Brother, finish eating this candy. Is my brother playing with you?" I said to my brother.

"Good. The younger brother said happily.

"But you have to remember that you can't tell your parents that I gave you candy. I said again.

My brother's head clicked quickly, and he took the candy from my hand.

Once, twice, one day, two days.

As the end of the third year of junior high school drew nearer and closer, I finally got a respite.

"Jiaming, did you give your brother something to eat, and why are his teeth all rotten?" shouted his mother.

"I don't know, I haven't fed him. I said.

"Really, kid. Mom walked over to her brother.

That week, my brother came back from the dental hospital.

Mom said that my brother didn't know the sugar he found there, and that all the inner molars he ate had rotted. But the new teeth didn't grow so quickly, so I had to pull out my brother's braces and put them on braces.

Then I remembered that I had been doing this for almost half a semester.

And the sugar fed to my brother every day has changed from one pack a day every two days to two packs a day.

Mom grabbed her brother's ear and said, "Tell me who gave you the candy." ”

My brother just looked at me with a smile and didn't say a word.

"Really, there isn't that much sugar at home. Mom said suspiciously.

"Mom, don't talk about it. I'm going to study. I ran back to my room in shame.

I caused all this candy and my brother's rotten teeth.

My brother ran to my room again, and I didn't dare to give him candy again.

He pestered me to play with him, and I couldn't calm down.

I stood up and took out Optimus Prime from the top of the bookshelf that I had been refusing to give to my brother.

I gave Optimus Prime to my brother and said, "You know, it's my brother's favorite toy." You take this, go play with this, don't bother my brother, okay?"

My brother grabbed Optimus Prime and threw it aside and said to me, "Brother, I want to eat candy." ”

My heart sank, and I didn't know what to do.

I looked at the drawer, and I had no intention of studying.

I'm not giving him a candy because I'm afraid.

The next afternoon, I returned to my study.

I was startled when I looked at the half-open drawer.

At first, I was afraid that my mother would find out that I had done it, but I found out the clues.

I saw peeled candy wrappers on the ground.

Looking at the candy wrapper, I knew that my brother should have done it.

I didn't dare to scream and look for my brother in the room.

I saw him in the corner of the balcony, with a bag of sugar in his left hand

The pockets are stuffed with candy wrappers.

The younger brother handed the last candy in his right hand and said, "Brother, you can eat it too." ”

I was so frightened that I immediately put away all the candy wrappers.

My mother was doing housework and hadn't found out about it, and I was relieved.

But the desire to learn is completely gone.

Back in my room, my brother was right by my side.

He took me by the arm and said, "Brother, I want to eat candy." ”

I shook my head and didn't know what to do.

The exam is still a week away, and I don't plan to think about it.

I opened the drawer again, took my wallet out and said, "Brother, here's a little money." Buy whatever you like, don't bother me. ”

My brother took the money suspiciously, and I pushed him out.

I took the MP3 and started writing the paper.

It was my mother who knocked on my door during dinner and found out that my brother was not here.

My brother is gone.

I didn't rush to sit in my seat, I knew where he went.

But I can't say that my brother must be buying candy in the little shop downstairs now.

I've taken my brother to that little shop before.

Mom and Dad went out to look for their brother.

Half an hour later, my mother took my brother home.

The meal was already cold, but I was full.

Mom threw my wallet on the ground and shouted, "Jiaming." ”

I looked at my mom and said, "What's wrong?" ”

"This is your wallet, isn't it?" said Mom.

"It's mine. I said flatly. But my heart was already panicking.

"Tell me if you bought his brother's candy for him. Mom yelled.

"I study endlessly, how do I know that my wallet will end up with my brother? Now I know, he stole all the money for candy. I said flatly.

"You kid, why don't you know if you lose your wallet. Mom said.

"I don't need money to go to school every day, and I don't know if you don't say it now, I don't know that my wallet has been lost. Okay, Mom, don't talk about me, I passed the high school entrance exam in three days. With that, I stood up and walked into the room.

After that day, my mother never gave me any more money, and I started locking the door to prevent my brother from entering.

Every day I could hear my brother knocking on the door, and I had to put on my headphones.

I didn't dare open the door, and I didn't even dare to call my brother's name at first.

The high school entrance examination is coming, and I played quite well.

But the younger brother had an accident again.