It's a happy and sad old story, and it carries all my energy.

It's also a story about loving and being loved.

Little did I know that the most vulnerable people in the world are not only delicate adults, but also young, ignorant children.

Everyone says they are young and ignorant, but is that really the case? At that age of ignorance and ignorance, we have all been hurt by others to a greater or lesser extent, but memory has made us open-minded.

The past is unbearable, the memories are full of tears, the best age, I hope I haven't been wrongly treated!

I'm not Lu Xiaoman, and you're not Xu Zhimo.

You and I will end up on the same path after all!

In 2003, when I was 6 years old, it seemed that all the joys and sorrows began in this year.

We have 3 children in our family. Me, my sister, my brother. As a senior second-year, I understand very well the difficulties of being a middleman! The so-called embarrassing status is nothing more than that!

Ever since I was a child, I have felt a special atmosphere in my home!

Dad values his sister, and Mom prefers his younger brother. Maybe it's because parents care about their first child! So as the first sister to be born, she was treated like a princess as a matter of course. And what about the younger brother? Ha, I've figured it out too! Since ancient times, there is a treasure. It's just that I didn't expect that this patriarchal thinking would one day affect me!

I can't remember when grief came to me!

I'm not a quiet person, but I'm a person who likes to be quiet!

When I first saw my brother, I was not only surprised, but also panicked! My family is not rich, one could even say poor. It is said that my brother is hiding! Because at that time, the government was promoting "family planning", and it was necessary to impose fines on those who had more children and had more than one child! However, it is unimaginable that my family's food and clothing are a problem! That's why I didn't see my brother until late.

That's right, when I met my brother, I was 6 years old and he was 3 years old.

To be honest, when I first met my brother, I didn't have any joy in my heart, and even a little bit of disgust! It can be seen how scared I am when I am young and ignorant, afraid of losing my own favor.

I remember it was summer. On that day, the sun was shining, the summer breeze was refreshing, and the occasional cicadas flew by, the chirping was faint, and everything seemed so pleasant! I walked on the road to my grandparents' house, and the occasional car was the driving force for me to keep running forward! Sometimes I run, sometimes I lean over to rest, and I have endless energy.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came: "Yan Wa!" I looked up in surprise and looked into the distance.

It's grandpa! Grandpa came to pick me up! But as far as the eye could see, I found a villain!

The little man was a boy, with white skin, big eyes, a small and delicate nose, and cherry-red lips, and the little man was looking at me! I didn't look at him again, because I found that I used to hold only my big hand, but I was holding someone else!

Even though it was a fat, non-lethal, cute little hand, in my eyes, it was tantamount to robbing the culprit of my favor! Frightened more than surprised, I ran to my grandfather's side irrationally, reached out and pulled down the little hand that was an eyesore!

But in the eyes of my loving grandfather, it seems that I like this boy of unknown origin very much!

Therefore, he cleared his throat and introduced in an increasingly loving voice: "Yan Wa, this is your younger brother, my own brother!" Just got home today. You have to take good care of him in the future", I will take care of this guy for a long time to come! And so it still is!

I started kindergarten when I was 4 years old. In those days, it was considered a batch of late readers, not to mention that now, one-year-old children have gone to early education! Maybe it's because of the late enlightenment, no, maybe it's because I'm not smart by nature, so my learning ability is always worse than others. I don't care about this, I still go my own way, in the kindergarten, eat and drink, form gangs, and look carefree!

At that time, what I wanted and liked the most was the big red flower given to us by the kindergarten teacher on Children's Day! The second is the certificate of good student in the kindergarten that everyone wants and everyone is blushing at. As for those melon seeds and candies, although I am greedy, I don't have much expectations, I always feel that these things are not as attractive as the first two! Because of the desire to be praised, recognized, and valued by adults.

In kindergarten, you can do whatever you want.

School bullying was seen with my own eyes when I was in kindergarten. No, I should say that I have experienced it myself!

It was about a sunny day, and after kindergarten afternoon school, I was walking alone on the street on my way home with my little pink bag on my back.

The streets are quiet, and the bustle of the morning market has long since been lost. I tilted my head and listened, and all that pierced my eardrums was the sound of my shoes rubbing against the earth. I pursed my lips, feeling bored, but suddenly I heard a noise from a distance, which was also delicate, inadvertently listening, completely ignorant, but for me, who was extremely bored, it aroused my great curiosity.

I involuntarily looked up and looked into the distance, only to see five or six little boys surrounded by a yellow fruit tree less than 100 meters away. The little boys all carried small school bags, but not all of them carried them on their backs, some of them carried them on their backs, some of them held them on their chests, and some of them dragged the straps on their shoulders.

These weren't enough to get my attention, and as boring as I was, not everything caught my attention.

Because I found that they kept glancing in my direction, or at me, while muttering! Their reactions confirmed my suspicions.

They were beating me up and trying to bully me!

By the time I could react, it was too late, they had already surrounded me! I scanned the people around me one by one, and found that there was not a single familiar face! Is it from the class? Or is it out of class? The only thing that can be confirmed is that we should be a kindergarten!

Wondering, when did I mess with these people! Before I could react, the boy who was the leader was arrogantly gesturing to me, and he couldn't spit out ivory from his mouth.

Without waiting for me to react, the appearance of a person instantly drove away these little bastards.

Who is she? My mother!

When I went back, I didn't say a word from beginning to end, and she didn't ask!

As if there was a tacit understanding, we never talked about it again. It's as if I wasn't surrounded and bullied all the time! That's it.

But that's not the case, in fact, after school at noon the next day, I was cut off again!

Yes, truncated beards!

It's annoying, it's still the same location! Same environment, same me, same bad kids, same nasty! The difference is that the good weather has turned into bad weather, and today there was a light rain and the ground was wet! And the person who rescued me has also changed from my mother to him!

He is a famous person in our area, and everyone calls him another name "Tie Guan Li", because he has Tie Guan Li's "lame", and his hands are also a little problematic, always stretching his lame palms outward.

I'm not surprised he's here, because it's Tofu Street! He's doing business here. He always sells some children's gadgets, food, and play, and he is not left behind!

I was surprised that he saved me! Although he is quite good-looking, he does not seem to be a nosy person.

Especially, take care of the little things that we little kids are doing! But my doubts can't hide the fact that he saved me! I thanked him from the bottom of my heart, because he not only drove them away, but also released cruel words, "If any little Wang Balamb comes to bully this little sister-in-law again, I will break his leg!" And in fact, he did scare them. It also scared my bad luck, and during my time in kindergarten, or even when I was in elementary school, nothing like this happened!

It wasn't until I was in junior high school that my bad luck showed its evil face again!

But at that time, the person who protected me became him.

He's the only one I regret.

But that's another story.