In any case, Weiyang's father's inaction, coupled with the fact that the two children were young, and the farm work was endless, so she had no choice but to make this decision.

So sometimes when she came home, it was so dark that she couldn't see her fingers.

At this time, if there is a slight disturbance in the kiln, Weixing will be frightened.

When he is afraid, he often climbs up to the windowsill, because it is only on the windowsill that he can feel reassured.

And the window was so small, so pitifully small, that as soon as he climbed up, the windowsill was occupied for him, but no matter how much his brother squeezed it, he couldn't go up.

The younger brother can't go up this time, so he only knows how to howl and scream. And as soon as his younger brother howled, Weixing couldn't help but feel a little scared, and he didn't dare to twist his head to the top of the kiln anymore.

Often at this time, a group of little children will run outside the window, they are naughty and naughty, always spinning in front of the window to watch the excitement of these two brothers, watching their laughter.

They laughed at the poor brothers, and the laughter was ill-intentioned, so it often hurt the pride of the stars.

Sometimes, when he was angry, he would not say a word, but would turn over the kang with a grunt, pick up thread balls, scissors, towels and other things from the kiln, and throw them out of the window to smash them, so as to relieve his hatred.

But as soon as these things are thrown out of the yard, they will never come back, because when the children pick them up, they can't put them down, as if they had picked up a treasure, and then, as soon as they pat their butts, they ran away.

They will keep these things for themselves and see them as their own spoils.

And so they laughed merrily with the trinkets they had picked up, and watched from afar to see if the brothers would throw any more treasures.

After a while, when they saw that the two brothers were no longer throwing things out of the window, they tried to provoke them again.

So, then, they picked up some pebbles from the ground, and when the brothers were scared and hid in the window, they threw the pebbles into them and smashed them, which aroused the anger of Weixing again.

So, Weixing began to look for things to throw out of the window and smash them.

When they saw that a treasure had been thrown out, they rushed to the window and quickly picked up the treasure that had fallen on the ground and took it for themselves.

In this way, they almost never get tired of playing this kind of game, and they find it more exciting and fun than anything else.

During that period, his younger brother Weiyang would always stand behind his brother Weixing's buttocks, like a logistics supply officer during the Anti-Japanese War, transporting war materials to border guards, and he kept delivering all kinds of gadgets to his brother.

The elder brother had enough 'ammunition', so he smashed harder and harder every time, and he was relieved every time.

He sometimes wanted to hit the boy who was leading the mockery on the head, but he couldn't hit him until he ran out of ammunition until he ran out of ammunition.

At this time, the younger brother stopped abruptly like a jamming machine, because he could no longer take out anything that could be smashed for his brother.

Toys, pillows, brooms, shovels, spoons, chopsticks, etc. are all gone.

And when the elder brother was smashing Huan, when he saw that his younger brother didn't pick up anything for him, he was so angry that he slapped his younger brother again, and he couldn't wait to throw his younger brother out and smash it. Of course, he will also make himself angry and cry.

The children outside the window were even happier when they heard that Weixing and Weiyang were crying.

Then little by little, they would come closer to the window, and then, one by one, they would begin to mock the brothers again without tirelessly, and they cried out:

"Smash! Smash it! Smash it! Do you dare to smash ...... with that little wooden monkey of yours?"

When Weixing heard the little wooden monkey, he immediately felt happy, and at the same time, he was not without pride.

Because the little wooden monkey was a birthday gift that his father had spent more than half a month carving for him, and of course, it was also his most beloved toy, and he was reluctant to play with his younger brother.

In fact, Weixing only realized at this moment that as long as he smashed the wooden monkey out of the window, he would never be able to take it back, and he knew that whoever picked it up would belong to whoever picked it up.

So, Weixing finally got down from the windowsill and decided not to pay attention to them.

Then they would pick up the pebbles from the ground, and throw the lumps into their windows, giggling and laughing at them as they returned, and they would tear up their voices, saying that they were the two poor little monkeys, that no one hurt, no one wanted, no one cared about them, and that they even said that they had no parents.

They pouted at them, scratched their noses, glared, racked their brains, and made all sorts of mocking little gestures and gestures in an attempt to provoke the two brothers.

After Weixing returned to the earthen kang, he couldn't help but feel resentful in his heart:

"Fuck, for no reason, why are you hitting me with lumps, why are you hitting me? It's okay to beat, and scolding, what is this? ”

As soon as Weixing thought of this, he couldn't help but feel aggrieved in his heart.

Then he was desperate for his mother to come home quickly, to unlock the door for them, to go out, to be as free as those children, to race against the little ones, to prove that he could run, and to run faster than them......

...... He's going to catch up with the kids who laugh at him, and he's going to have a good fight with them......

At last, the children got tired of teasing, and felt that the brothers had no more fun, so they decided to leave.

However, before leaving, they did not forget to scare the poor brother who had run out of ammunition, and only in this way did they feel happy in their hearts, and even felt happy when they went home.

...... They tend to disappear from the window without realizing it, giving the brothers the illusion that they really are gone, and causing the brothers to let their guard down.

Then they waited for the opportunity to move, and crept to the wall of the kiln, and leaned down, clinging to the wall, and slowly approached the window, and when they were almost at the window, they saw that the brothers were too frightened to speak, so they suddenly got up and roared into the window.

This sudden wolf cry was like a thunderclap in a sunny day, and it immediately frightened the brothers so much that they turned on their backs on the kang. As soon as Weiyang was frightened, he hummed and cried, and Weixing drilled east into Tibet.

Weixing was already frightened, but now, Weiyang was crying again, which invisibly aggravated Weixing's fear.

He got into the quilt, and he had to tuck his neck and head into the neckline.

The group of children outside the window were even more proud when they saw the brothers looking even more embarrassed at this time, and they couldn't stop laughing.

After laughing for a while, the mischievous child who took the lead would point to the top of the kiln and say that there were ghosts in the kiln: red eyes, long hair, green socks......

The mischievous child will also use his hands to open his eyelids and roll out his eyes to show the brothers deliberately.

It was completely dark, and the troublemakers went home one by one.

People walk away and the courtyard is empty.

After a long time, Weixing finally tentatively put his head out of the quilt little by little, and then, sneakily peeked out of the window, and when he saw that there was no one outside, he couldn't help but feel sad: he would rather be laughed at by the bad boys, and moreover, he hoped that they would stay in front of the window more, and it would not hurt to laugh at them for a while, so that he would not feel lonely and afraid.

If he could, he would also be willing to take out his beloved little wooden monkey as an exchange chip-

As long as they can stay.

As long as they stay in front of the window.

As long as they talk to her, laugh, or chat.

In short, as long as they can stay with them until their mother returns from hoeing.

In fact, every time this happens, the younger brother cries even more violently, and he cries incessantly, as if he doesn't care about the horror at all.

Weixing thought to himself: If only I were like my brother, I wouldn't think too much every day, I wouldn't know what it's like to be ridiculed, and I wouldn't cry after dark.

And after a while, a new dream popped up in Weixing's mind: he wanted his younger brother Weiyang to grow up quickly.

The first dream was purely whimsical.

And the second dream, although whimsical, is not hopeless.

Therefore, Weixing has been looking forward to his younger brother Weiyang growing up quickly, looking like himself, not afraid of the sky, not afraid of the ground, obedient, sensible, not crying, not making trouble, not messing around, not nonsense, not nonsense.

But until Weiyang was not as obedient and sensible as his brother Weixing, he almost never grew up again. In fact, he hadn't learned to call 'Mom and Dad', 'brother', 'Weixing', and he didn't know who 'Weiyang' was, so he had already stopped talking, and could only babble.

So, later there was an additional reason to laugh in that small window. A group of mischievous children roared and cried like bees, "The sheep can't speak, the sheep can't speak, it's a mute!" ”

Although they didn't laugh at Weixing, they roared and screamed, like a blade, cutting it on Weixing's body, because Weixing at this time seemed to have reached the age of strong self-esteem.