I vividly remember that it was a sunny day, and after I had eaten early, my brother found me and told me to go to my aunt's house after school to look for him.

There is a restaurant on the street that is owned by my aunt's family, but my brother and I rarely go there, because my aunt has some influence, and my family has fallen into fame in the village to my father's generation, and has been coldly regarded by many people.

Before he died, Grandpa told his father not to be afraid of being looked down upon by others, as long as he lived a solid life. Grandpa is a person who came from troubled times, although he is not a party cadre, but he is a capable hunter, grandpa with an ancient powder gun, shot a lot of prey and bandits, and also shot out of the village's fame. The people in the village looked up to my grandfather.

But when it came to my father, the government mandated that animals were not allowed to be hunted, and he also handed over the shotgun that my grandfather regarded as a treasure.

My father was not good at farming, and the harvest was not enough to support the family, so he started to do hard work, such as helping people chop wood and bulldoze the soil, and even went to the deep mountains and valleys to pick bamboo shoots, despite all the hardships and dangers. So don't say that the people in the village look down on my father, even my only aunt treats me coldly.

My aunt's family is very prosperous, she runs a restaurant in the town, and her family is in the village. Every market day, my aunt's restaurant was crowded, and the people who had a relationship with me only came to eat once or twice, so I sent it to my aunt.

As soon as school was out that day, I went to my aunt's restaurant, which was not a market day, so there were not many people. My uncle sat at a table of eight immortals with a hookah, on which was a pot of home-brewed rice wine and two three-inch glasses, both full of wine. And sitting across from my uncle was a stout man, speaking in a dialect endlessly.

My aunt was holding a match on the side, looking in a hurry. My brother sat in the bedroom, watching TV. I walked into my aunt's restaurant, and my aunt turned her head to me and said, "It's a good time, it's time to eat." ”

"Uh-huh......" I smiled.

The uncle didn't say anything, and smoked the hookah intently, drinking with the big man.

My aunt is a face-loving person, so she quickly explained to the big man: "My brother's son is very good at studying, and he is not like other children who talk nonsense. ”

"A scholar is a scholar, and his manners are not ordinary," said the stout man.

My aunt answered: "Yes, the two brothers in his family are sensible," and the rest was taken by the mouthful.

"Come and eat," my aunt urged.

My brother was busy bringing out the dishes and chopsticks, and until the end of the day, my aunt didn't mention to the big man what my dad did.

I learned that my brother was going out of the province to build roads, and it was my uncle who took him there. My uncle is my mother's only younger brother, and my brother is very relieved to hand it over to his mother. At about five o'clock in the afternoon, my uncle would come here to pick up my brother.

Speaking of his uncle, he was also a literate person in the village, but he didn't find a way out after graduating from high school, so he went home to become a teacher in a mountain village. I worked outside as a handyman for a long time, and I heard my mother say that the mix was pretty good, and then I went home and got married, and then went out again. Speaking of my uncle, I've seen him no more than five times.

This time my uncle needed some people, so he took my brother to go, my brother was very young, although my mother was a little reluctant, but people have to learn to survive, the sooner they endure hardship, the sooner they will enjoy happiness, so I took this opportunity to entrust my brother to my uncle. I don't know what to do, and my brother doesn't know either, but he only knows how to build roads, and he says it's very leisurely.

My brother finally had the opportunity to go out and see the outside world, and not only he was very excited, but I was also moved. In the face of the unknown future, although we are full of curiosity, we can only linger, and we will be a little impatient for the coming tomorrow.

It can be said that he is young and ignorant, or he can be said to be ignorant, always thinking that the outside world will be very beautiful, and his future will be very brilliant, and he never thinks that his future will be upside down and overwhelmed.

In this way, my brother walked out of the house happily with curiosity and expectation. To face an unknown new world, a new life.

That day, my brother bought me a thorn with a picture of a galloping horse with a pair of wings. My brother knows that I have a special love for horses since I was a child. That day, my brother said to me, "I want to be a Pegasus with feet and wings."

Some people always say that they just want to live an ordinary life, but the funny thing is that they are really ordinary, and some people always think that they are very ordinary, but they keep pursuing it, which shows that slowly, they are no longer ordinary. It is like a galloping horse, running for its ideals, and finally God gives them wings. When life is in despair, don't forget to keep running.

I understand what my brother meant, although my brother did not go to school, but his dreams are no less than others, maybe one day, God will also give him wings to fly.

Carrying a big blue horse bag sewn by his mother, wearing a light red and shabby shirt, blue cloth shoes, and holding a white-flour steamed bun that he usually can't eat, his brother got on the long-distance bus.

Before leaving, I did not forget to tell me to work hard, study hard, and protect myself, which is the greatest comfort to my parents.

I looked at my brother who was holding my uncle with one hand and didn't forget to turn back and shake his hand to me, tears wet my eyes, and I silently thought in my heart: Come on, work hard............

The car slowly walked away, the blue horse bag had disappeared without a trace, and the strong smell of gasoline was also messed away with the breeze, and the world changed in an instant, as if 10,000 years had passed.

When I turned around, my aunt told me: "Study hard, don't be like your brother and uncle, you will never be productive." ”

Hearing this sentence made my last remaining good impression of my aunt disappear.

"Hmm...... Auntie, I'm going to class," I said in a low voice.

"Let's go after dinner," my aunt exclaimed.

I didn't look back, and I didn't make any gestures to stop. "Like your father, he's a mute and can't speak," my aunt said angrily.

I didn't answer, I just quickened the pace of leaving.

On the way back, the figure of my brother's departure turned over and over again in my heart. I don't know why, tears wet my eyes.

It's not easy for my brother, it's not easy for my father, it's not easy for my mother, it's not easy for my sister, but my sister and I can enjoy the stability they have exchanged for sweat. I'm useless, and useless people will only give up and not take it.

In the third year of junior high school, I really didn't want to go to school and wanted to go out and experience the joy and joy of earning my own money.