But among all my relatives and friends, my true favorite is not my aunt, but her husband, my uncle.

When I was a child, my parents once asked me who I thought was the most amazing, and I replied in the affirmative, "My uncle is the most amazing!" ”

My parents were surprised and asked why?

"Because my uncle's bubble gum blows the big!"

My uncle is the most amazing person in my heart, because he can blow bubblegum to the boss and not break. When I was a child, I simply worshiped this kind of "miracle"!

Of course, I like my uncle, not only because of his ability to blow bubble gum, but in fact, he is the least "amazing" of all the people I know.

However, he is so foreign Murong Xuan Chapter 2 is gentle, can understand and treat others well, and he has a unique temperament. I can't say what it is, but it appeals to me, like rain on an autumn night, very peaceful. Gentle, with a touch of melancholy, ironed against my heart and lungs.

Uncle is very gentle, the kind of elegant gentleness that can make people feel intoxicated, but very rarely, he will also lose his temper, once his uncle is angry. It will scare everyone, especially Xiaomo and his mother, who have to take turns to accompany them at home. Thankfully, there aren't many times like that. My dad said that his brother-in-law, usually like a noodle, mutated into a special steel bar at a critical moment, and he couldn't do it with tongs.

Many years later, I thought that if my uncle could be like Qian Miao, he would turn a corner at a critical moment...... No, although his "stubbornness" really messed things up in the end, even if he went to "court" back then, I'm afraid it would be in vain.

In fact, I don't think anyone can really understand my uncle, and he has long given up letting people understand him. He seems to be living in a separate world, which is completely different from our world, even if he is friendly with everyone Murong Xuan Chapter 2, there seems to be a protective film separating him.

But occasionally, when the atmosphere was right, my uncle would "invite" me into his world and feel that feeling.

In fact, I have felt that kind of feeling in many poems, "Lin Hua fell in the spring red, too hurried, helpless towards the cold rain and late wind", when I was in junior high school, I was obsessed with the latter main words, I told my mother that the day before yesterday I saw my uncle sitting in front of the window in a daze waiting for Xiaomo to come home from school, and it was a song "Crying in the Dark Night", and I should let my little aunt draw him.

I remember that my mother was making zongzi at the time, and somehow the zongzi rice was spilled on the ground.

It's just a pity, alas, that his son doesn't look like him at all.

When Xiaomo was five years old, my aunt brought him to my father, and she asked him to teach her son "skills". In my aunt's words, there is still a fee for taekwondo gyms outside and the teaching is not serious, so there is no need to leave a "national" coach at home.

My dad was a special forces soldier.

Later, my father taught my younger brother, and my aunt and uncle's wish was to let Xiaomo exercise, at least learn to protect herself, and when she grows up, she will not be bullied by the older children.

At one time, my uncle was worried that my younger brother was too young. The body couldn't stand it, so he told his father not to push him too hard, "It's good to be able to practice, but if you can't practice, if it's not that material, forget it", my uncle meant to practice it.

But then his father said that Xiaomo's child and his father are not on the same planet at all, and the amount of training will definitely be completed every time, not to mention, he will choose to increase some of it. When Dad found out, he asked him why he practiced so much, and he thought about it for a long time, saying that he liked this, and that it was more fun than stacking blocks and playing checkers.

Later, my father wanted me to practice with Xiaomo. After teaching the basics for more than half a year, my mother didn't agree with me to continue practicing, she said what kind of boxing girls play, they have been practicing cross-country more and more, and they get dirty all day long, and after practicing to the end, they are full of muscles, and they become Schwarzenegger in a skirt, and they are ugly.

So I stopped practicing, I could see other people's tricks, but I would only have a small amount of my own.

However, no one expected that a few years later, things would develop in the opposite direction: although no one dared to bully his younger brother who had practiced boxing, he began to bully others......

I still remember when I was in the sixth grade of elementary school, my brother 1 said α. tidying up

My brother beat someone at school, and my uncle was called by the school to deal with the problem, and my parents were worried about the situation and told me to wait outside the teaching office to see how the deal went.

I stood at the door of the teaching office, looked in, and happened to see my uncle trying his best to compensate the other party's parents, and the child who was beaten was a head taller than Xiaomo! Fat as a ball, but he was beaten to a blue nose and swollen face, hiding in his mother's arms and crying.

"How the hell do you educate your children?! It's so ruthless at such a young age! Look how my son was beaten! The mother was furious, "If something comes out of the hospital, I won't give up!" ”

Unexpectedly, before she finished her words, Xiaomo said beside her: "Then you'd better take Cheng Jing from our class with you." ”

He, the subject of the trial, spoke suddenly. The other adults were stunned!

"What did you say?" The mother glared at him.

"I said, your son pushed Cheng Jing to the ground, grabbed his electronic pen and threw it out of the window." Xiaomo said, "Cheng Jing hit the corner of the table when he fell to the ground, and his ears were bleeding. ”

There was silence.

That Cheng Jing I know that my father passed away early. Mom married someone else and didn't care about him, he lived alone with his grandfather, he was born small, and he was always bullied in his younger brother's class.

"Xiaomo!" Uncle frowned and stopped him.

"I'm not wrong." Xiaomo said coldly, "Dad, you don't have to speak for a bad boy. ”

There was another shouting in the teaching office!

I sighed and silently backed away from the wall.

At the end of that day, my uncle apologized and promised to compensate for the medical expenses. On the way back, my uncle reprimanded his younger brother fiercely, he said that his younger brother just wanted to be a good man who pulled out a knife to help when the road was uneven, Cheng Jing could have reported to the teacher if he was bullied, and he didn't need to stand up for others at all.

"The teacher won't care." Xiaomo said. "And it's useless to criticize that kid a few words, he's not afraid of the teacher at all."

"So you're going to hit people?!" Uncle was very angry, "Xiaomo, even if he does something wrong, you don't have the right to beat someone!" ”

Xiaomo was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "But Dad, when people are bullied, if I watch from the side, then I will be bullied and others will also watch and ignore it." ”

When he said this, his uncle was stunned.

After a long time, my uncle said, "That's the end of today's business." Xiaomo, I don't want to report to your school in the future. ”

The uncle's wish did not come true.

In middle school, Xiaomo fought more often outside, and even participated in gang fights. During that time, my aunt and uncle were terrified all day long. They felt that if their son continued like this, he would either be injured or enter the class.

But I don't think so. The younger brother is different from the ordinary bad boys outside, he doesn't have that kind of ruffian, and he doesn't fight to show off his strength or get some benefits.

But no one knows why my brother likes to form gangs and make trouble outside, and although I vaguely feel something, I can't explain it.

The younger brother was born with double pupils, which means that there are two pupils in one eyeball, which is a very strange and amazing phenomenon, and my aunt and uncle were all frightened at that time.

Later, I learned that my uncle also used to have a double pupil.

Since childhood, when my younger brother looks directly at others, people who are not familiar with him are often startled by his strange eyes, as if they have seen a monster. It's not always a pleasant thing to be looked at as a monster, so Xiaomo has always been cold to people, and except for those double pupils, Xiaomo himself is such a dazzling boy, walking on the street, passers-by can't help but look at him more - until they are frightened by his pair of pupils.

I think maybe it's the strange attitude of the people around Xiaomo that causes Xiaomo's withdrawn temper. Otherwise, how could someone who is liked by everyone like his aunt and uncle have such a son who rejects the crowd?

Dad said that it was because Xiaomo had found out since he was a child. The reaction of others is unreliable: the person who liked him a moment ago because of the beauty and beauty of his face. The next moment, fear alienated him because of his pupils. So this child has long dispelled the idea of pleasing the outside world, and thus has become stubborn and self-egoistic. Unshakable.

And my brother is such a gifted child, he was three years younger than me, and he started school early and kept skipping grades, and he ended up in the same grade as me. My brother is not like me, he is always at the top of his grades, and this kid seems to know very well how to be the best, as if there is a shortcut for him that no one else knows about, and he can always use this shortcut to get ahead of everyone.

But his mind was not on that.

My aunt is a painter who specializes in Chinese painting. She has been known in the industry since she was 30 years old, and now she is a very well-known painter, I used to study with her for a while, but my aunt finally told my father that I have no talent in this area, no matter how hard I try, I can only achieve ordinary excellence. "But Xuan Xuan doesn't mean this, so it doesn't matter", this is my aunt's original words, in fact, since I was a child, I didn't seem to be able to be seen as "talented" in any way.

The younger brother is different. His heart is very smart, his grasp of external information is accurate and profound, and his feelings about art are clearer than ordinary people. He also learned to draw with his mother, but later gave up, not because he had no talent, but because his brother was interested in too many fields, no matter which field, going deeper would have amazing results, but his own energy was limited, so he had to choose.

So then my brother devoted himself to music.

My uncle bought him a piano, and he learned piano from the age of five, when he was five years old, from the time he learned boxing and kicking with my father. It has not been interrupted for so many years. Just like him in practicing, his younger brother is very strict with himself, and he will never practice only five days just because the teacher requires him to practice five days a week, but he will practice for seven days. Even if he went out in a fight one day and had a broken nose and a split lip, he would still sit back in front of the piano when he came home to wipe the blood.

The uncle joked that there was a natural "super model worker" in the family, and also said that the child was overly self-conscious. It is very the self-esteem of parents. My uncle and my dad are the same in this regard, they don't care about the child's "promising", as if it is the child's own business and has nothing to do with them. My mother said that the "grasshopper brothers" were naturalistic and free-range, so the two children went their separate ways: I chose "very unproductive", while my younger brother decided that he wanted to be "tired of being promising".

My younger brother went to college at the age of sixteen, and that was the year. He formed a rock band with a group of friends, his younger brother was a keyboardist and lead singer, and he wrote some songs himself. Half a year later, the band became popular and became a well-known local student BND, and they often performed in major universities. The younger brother is handsome in appearance, and he is a living sign in his own right, especially popular with female students.

My aunt and uncle just watched these things dumbfounded, as if they couldn't interfere at all with how their son could move forward. At best, the two of them could only sit quietly in the guest seat, watching their son dressed gorgeously and running around the stage with a microphone in cheers......

But when people praised my brother as a "talented man", my uncle was a little unhappy, he said, the title of "talented son", listening to it, there is a feeling of "eight lifetimes of blood mold", his son Xiaomo is obviously a very powerful child, definitely not a "genius".

Strong, and talented, is there a contradiction?

However, my brother doesn't seem to be a weak "talent" in the traditional sense, he feels very hard and cold, including the style of his band, which is a bit similar to the British band "Arctic Monkey" in the past, that is, there is always a bit of cold irony in the noise, and my brother is such a person, so that when I think of him, I will think of a pair of white eyes and heavy eyes......

But my favorite is one of the other people's songs he sings at the concert. It was also a very old, old song, "en e dne" by the British singer ing. Only at that moment was the younger brother able to let go of the spikes all over his body and was willing to calmly sing a haunting love song to someone.

It was my favorite song, and it was what I asked my brother to sing.

It feels rather weird to say: think about it, a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, but singing the heart of a middle-aged man. When my brother sang this song, all the girls in the audience held their breath! Their expressions were fascinated, as if the song was for them!!