In Pingsuri, Weiyang has always listened to his brother Weixing, because his brother always takes him to play.

Whenever his mother was at home, his brothers would fight and kill in the yard, chasing them everywhere.

Generally, the elder brother Weixing runs in front, and the younger brother Weiyang chases after his ass.

Weiyang will always hold a corn stalk like a spear in his hand, and deliberately make a posture to hit Weixing; Sometimes he will change his hand to a long peach stick, and still make a posture of wanting to hit Weixing.

In fact, generally, it is impossible for the elder brother Weixing to be chased and beaten by his younger brother, and sometimes, the elder brother Weixing will only deliberately slow down his pace and run, so that the younger brother Weiyang can take the opportunity to chase and kill, but when Weiyang catches up with his brother Weixing, the brothers are almost stunned and stupid to look at each other, and then, they laugh vigorously.

Of course, Weiyang didn't dare to use the stick in his hand to touch his brother Weixing, and he didn't even dare to have a single hair.

And sometimes, with the encouragement of his brother Weixing, he will fight on the ground, but it is just like scratching it gently.

The next day, Hu Huilan went down to work in the wheat field as usual, and the brothers were locked up by his mother in a hollow and black cave.

In the spring and summer, Hu Huilan knew that the weather was getting warmer, so she let the brothers make a fuss inside.

In autumn and winter, she knew that the weather was cold, so she would burn the kang crimson, because she was worried that the brothers would catch cold.

But whether it is spring, summer or autumn and winter, the brothers will be locked in the house, at this time, she will almost always put a washbasin in it, and when leaving, she will not forget to tell Weixing, if anyone wants to poop and pee, they must be sent to the basin.

Hu Huilan was the most frequent, and when the two brothers were locked in the cave, in fact, the elder brother Weixing was only six years old at that time, and the younger brother Weiyang was only two years old.

Once, in the dark kiln, my younger brother Weiyang did not hold back and did not send the shit into the basin.

As a result, as soon as Hu Huilan came back, she beat his brother Weixing.

This made Weixing very hurt, because he knew that he didn't do it himself, why didn't he beat his brother, but beat him.

However, after a while, he figured out that the reason why his mother beat him was actually very simple, because he remembered what his mother had repeatedly told him when she was leaving.

Moreover, his mother often taught him that his younger brother was too young and not sensible, and he should be responsible for being the elder brother. So, after his mother's repeated nagging, this idea subtly penetrated into his brain.

Of course, Weixing sometimes feels that this is very unfair, because he feels that he is not sure when his brother will have the urge to defecate and when he will urinate.

As for the younger brother, of course, it is impossible to report to him anytime and anywhere, once he can't hold it back, he will pull it anywhere.

Whether it is on the ground or on the kang, he will do it correctly.

Sometimes, when Weixing only used his keen nose to vaguely smell the prelude to the smell of feces and urine, in fact, it was already too late, even if it was often ten seconds late, but the younger brother would always skillfully finish the lass in this short time.

This always made him helpless, and it did not help him to cry out loud, for his mother would beat him violently as soon as she came home.

Once, Weixing fell asleep, and his younger brother embroidered a lump of flowers on the quilt silently, and as soon as the younger brother finished pulling, he cried for no reason.

As soon as he woke up from his brother's noise, he could clearly smell the stench all over the house, it was a terrible smell.

His sleeping anger suddenly became angry, and instead, he gave his brother a few ear scrapers to eat.

The younger brother cried hoarsely, and he simply ate a few more ear scrapers until the younger brother stopped crying.

By the time the younger brother lowered his cry, the tears on his cheeks had almost dried into two marks.

When he was buzzing like a urine bee again, he couldn't help but laugh when he saw it, but he couldn't bear it.

He began to feel that his brother was very pitiful, and he really shouldn't have done it, so ruthless.

However, when he thought of his mother taking his younger brother to his mother's house, leaving him alone in this dark cave in the middle of winter, he was bored and frightened, and at this time, he felt that his younger brother could not be better, at least, he was one of his companions.

He was afraid that his mother would beat him violently, because this time his brother stabbed him with a rather big Louzi, and he actually pulled it on the new cotton wool that his mother had just changed, you know, this cotton wool was his mother's wedding thing, and his mother herself had always cherished it.

As soon as he thought of it, his younger brother would inevitably be beaten violently when he pulled it on the ground, not to mention, this time it was pulled on the brand-new cotton wool.

So, he hurriedly ordered his younger brother to wipe it clean with paper.

While his brother was cleaning up, he himself stood by with his nose in his hand, watching like an overseer.

When the toilet paper ran out, he ordered his brother to lift the cover, pointed to the mat on the kang, and ordered him to pull out a mat from it.

So the younger brother did so, took a piece of mat from the mat, and then, as if playing, rubbed and scraped, and scraped the shit that had been scraped off, and then sent it into the shit basin little by little.

At this time, the younger brother always seemed to have a lot of fun, and he cried for a while, and then laughed again and again, and so on, and so on, and rubbed it with a mat, until the cotton wool, which seemed almost impossible to grasp, was wiped clean and spotless.

In fact, in the end, the cotton wool will still leave a wet and moist mark.

In the evening, his mother returned from her work as scheduled.

At this time, he did not cover up the facts, but diligently took the initiative to report the facts to his mother.

Of course, he was also afraid that his mother would be angry and beat him violently; Unexpectedly, when his mother heard this, she neither beat him nor scolded him, and even praised him.

This puzzled him.

He asked his mother why, and she explained to him that it was his brother's fault that the cotton wool was soiled, but on the good side, he took the initiative to take responsibility and did not hide it, which is remarkable.

His mother then praised him again and said that it is good to be able to admit mistakes on the initiative, as long as you have a good attitude.

On the contrary, concealing the facts is naturally a mistake on top of a mistake, and children must not develop such a habit.

Of course, in addition, his mother was also forced to lock the brothers in the house out of desperation, like a labor prisoner in prison, and for this alone, his mother would forgive him, because sometimes once she realized that what she was doing was wrong, she would also open up to Weixingwang.