Mumu's Baking Soda

I call this growing up.

My brother is very interested in kendo. Although my father is not very happy, but under the flood of mother's love that my mother thinks, the family still built a small house in the open space in the backyard, which is the dojo.

By the way, at that time, we hadn't moved yet.

My elder brother did not participate in the school's club activities. He said that the school's instructors are all embroidered. If he wants to learn the real swordsmanship that can protect himself, he has to go outside. He went to a dojo run by a foreigner for almost a semester. cleaners, eventually becoming approved apprentices.

That is to say, he has the right to hold a wooden knife.

I still play the piano according to my mother's expectations, but whenever I sit on the piano bench in the living room and look out, in the house opposite, my brother is always practicing zhengzu.

Every movement, every movement, he learned very carefully, his gaze was always on the point where the tip of the knife stopped when he slashed out, his protective gear was wet with sweat, if that kind of protective gear is used too much Frequently in summer, it will emit a very unbearable smell. Although with the advancement of science and technology, many things have kept pace with the times, and things that need to be close to the skin are still more trustworthy than the original ones. feel.I could see him spraying them very gently and carrying them to a ventilated place to dry every now and then.

Floors are cleaned regularly and always with a rag from morning till night.He doesn't use robots, he said, that is his personal territory, and robots are not allowed to enter.

I can only see him when he is playing the piano. He practiced for too long. He went out for a [-]-kilometer run in the morning and came back to practice arm swinging. He no longer went to school with me.

Because harm is always formed invisibly, and the protection of nature can only be done in the dark, not to mention that he thinks that if he is with me, he will implicate me.

What's the matter?With him, I can feel a sense of security that I never had before.

Those three people died.My brother handled the corpse very cleanly. Even the video footage taken along the way out with those three people was also cleared by my brother with hacking techniques.I asked my brother why he knows so many things, and he told me that he likes to play games, and he learned his skills by himself, but it is not difficult for him to deal with some things.

I think he's great.

got used to.He told me so.

I am good at school. I eat every day, carry a schoolbag and then go to school. After school, I go to various interest classes. The cram school called interest ends at about seven o’clock in the evening, and I start to take the interest class that is really interesting. , The piano class will last until ten o'clock, and when I come back to eat and take a shower, it will not take more than half an hour in the middle, and the shower is only [-] minutes, and I will continue to play the piano until one o'clock in the morning.

My father would always be there to urge me. Once I played a note incorrectly, he would hit my hand with a stick. It hurt, but even if it hurt, I couldn't stop.

My mother's sanity is becoming more and more unclear. She often suffers from insomnia. She said that she can fall asleep quickly when she listens to my playing the piano, because the sound of the piano contains my love for her. Force that so-called love on me.

Even at that time, I didn't know what love was. I only knew that time passed very slowly, and it was not until one o'clock in the morning, and the sound of my piano could not stop.

Dad hit me for my own good, I know, so I have nothing to say but obey.Human society has rules of communication in human society. When others think that something is correct, even if we have doubts, we often choose to agree. I don't like this kind of obedience, but often I can only choose this kind of obedience.

In a blink of an eye, time flies, and those threads that cannot be seen usually travel to spring.

I entered the senior grades of elementary school, girls always grow up earlier than boys, I am like this, I am not just like the original snow ball figure, slowly began to grow taller, but... the three people died , but the feeling they left me has not faded away.Whether it's rubbing my body in the shower, or needing to take off my pants to go to the toilet, I find that disgusting or even nauseating feeling slowly spreads from those few places on my body, and I feel that I am becoming more and more strange .

There is a sense that the body is rotting from the inside out.I was so scared, I emitted a foul smell and turned into such a sticky thing.

But my mother said I was beautiful, just like she was back then.

Dad also said that I am very similar to my mother when I was a child.

At that time, I was wearing a very beautiful princess dress, just like my mother’s usual aesthetics. I stood with my legs side by side, and I still smiled on my face, but I was thinking in my heart: If this kind of beauty is to die, I will definitely not do it.

I don't know when I started to resist the approach of men, everything, including my brother.

It was a weekend.

All morning including one afternoon, my task is to practice the piano, but when I sat on the piano bench for an unknown amount of time, I found that I was crying. I wiped away my tears the moment I found myself crying, but I still I was discovered by my brother standing behind me, and he took a tissue to wipe my tears.

But I'd rather fall off the stool than let him touch me.

I said, "I'm sorry."

He was a little sad, but he still gave me a smiling face. Compared with when we first met again, his smile was already pretty good at this time, and he said, "It's okay."

Immediately, he said again: "Do you want to learn? Kendo, I will teach you."

I gripped my clothes tightly.

He wanted to touch the top of my head, but he also found that such an action was no longer appropriate. He explained: "This will not delay your learning those things. Get up early in the morning, and I will wait for you at the dojo."

I'm very tired, really, sometimes I don't even want my body anymore, and I feel tired to live. At that time, I don't know how many children at my age would think so.

But what my brother said, I have a little confidence to agree to him.

Because I want to learn, I want to do this, use something to cut something, use something to smash something, enjoy the beauty of being broken, and the mood that has always been heavy seems to be liberated.

My mother refused at first, she felt that a girl like me was not suitable, but my brother cried, his acting skills seemed to be natural, he pleaded for me, my mother softened immediately, and my father had no objection On the contrary, he supported me very much, because it reflected my masculinity, and because I was a girl, this was magnified, and he was proud of his wife again.

I followed my brother, neither complaining nor tired.Nor is it neither bitter nor tiring.After all, he sleeps for such a long time every day, but for a person who has already mastered the technique of sleeping with eyes open in class, all this is nothing.

My brother said I was talented.

Not enough strength, but pay attention to timing.

When I grow taller and my feet can turn around from one side of the dojo to the other side flexibly, my brother can only fight with me.

My brother said, in actual combat, I will definitely lose, because I am almost there.But what exactly, he couldn't tell.

My mother's illness became more and more serious, and my father even stopped my evening piano interest class, because there was no way to leave home to pick me up.The time I practiced kendo also became longer.

I can practice until one o'clock in the morning, and my brother will go to bed around eleven o'clock.

My brother said that he can't teach me anymore, he can't teach me, so I followed him to the gym, the gym is very big and famous, so there are many people.After hearing my brother's introduction, the master didn't give me a second glance, but told me to start with the cleaning work.

My brother said that I can already skip this and have a special master to guide me.

And the master said, "No."

"Why?" said the brother.

"Because others start from the most basic, no one can be an exception."

When I heard those words, I felt bored with that gym. I don’t know why. In short, even if someone who can say those words, the gym that can accept him as a master shouldn’t be considered too much. clever.

I said to my brother, "Let's go."

My brother obviously wanted to fight again, he gave me a deep look, and was about to argue with that master again.

"No need." I couldn't touch him, but I still tried my best to grab the corner of my brother's clothes: "If someone like this is here to guide me, it's better for me to practice at home alone."

My brother can't agree with my words, but if there is no other way, maybe my words are the best, and he is about to acquiesce...

"Hey, kid, are you saying that our gymnasium can't teach you?" The master suddenly became angry.

"My sister didn't mean that," said the elder brother.

"I didn't ask you, I asked her." The master pushed my brother past me and took two steps closer to me.

No matter who he is, he pushed my brother... In my eyes, my brother's body swayed, that man was walking towards me, I took two steps back, the disgust quickly fermented into a disgust, I stood still, took a step forward, forced him to stop, and said in a tone I've never used before, "Yes, that's what I meant."

"Little devil, you know our gym is..."

"If your gym is full of people like you, no matter what it is, I don't know." I untied the sword bag on my brother's back and said, "How about a fight? Just treat it as a lesson for a little devil like me." , play a game with me."

"You?" He raised his eyes: "Hit me, I'm bullying you."

Me: "If I take the initiative, it is not called bullying. If you win, I will humiliate myself. If you lose, I will ask for advice."

"What a big tone, do you actually think I will lose?"

"It's not that I think it's just that... there's such a possibility." I turned to my brother who wanted to stop me and said, "Besides, there's no way to get out of here now, right?"

Most of these words, these words, were hidden in my heart and I didn't say them. Maybe in my brother's heart, although I am more mature than most children, I shouldn't be able to say these words.What he doesn't know, he won't know.

Since my mother was sick, and since he was not around, the only friends and mentors who can accompany me day and night, apart from books, are TV.A lot of things are settled in my heart, I am afraid it will be difficult to remember later, but at a certain point, all the things that were staged in front of my eyes are just repetitions. All I have to do is to write them down and put them into practice .

too slow.That master spends most of his time instructing others in a day, and the speed of his feet can't keep up with mine at all. You must know that I am not only young, but also short, and his one step can equal several of mine. Even so, he still can't keep up... I know he wants to slap me, but since it's not a regular game, I don't have to confront him at all, I just need to score.

In the end, I won him. He had the strength to spare, and he even wanted to use one arm to complete such a move. Isn't it easy for me to push him back?I'm not strong enough, but he doesn't understand the principle of using strength to exert strength more than me...

I got a book and the competition was aborted.

He was a little annoyed, and my brother bowed to him, and then said to me: "In the future, let's practice by ourselves, and don't just stick to the rules. Well, I can find you more books on swordsmanship."

Don't stick to the rules, what did my brother see from me?When I went back holding the hem of his clothes that day, when he could see his home, he stopped suddenly: "Is there anything Xiaoxi wants to do in the future?"

"Maybe I want to be a teacher," I replied.

"why?"

"I don't know." I said, "That's how it was written at the time."

"You're talking about composition, that's not what I'm asking."

"Then I don't know." I said honestly, "I don't know what I'm going to do in the future."

"I used to have something I wanted to do." My brother looked at the hem of my clothes and said, "But now I don't know if I can finish it."

"If there is something you want to do, why can't you finish it?" I was puzzled.

"Because before that, I have more things that other people want to do, and mine will be put behind." My brother said to me: "Let's discuss it, Xiaoxi, do me a favor, I I want to go to Canada to see the maple leaves.”

"Although I also entrusted it to another person, I am afraid that she will forget it, so, when the time comes, please help me to see it."

My brother showed a smile that I hadn't seen on his face for two years.I can't refuse the request brought by such a smile, and it's not difficult to see maple leaves or something, it will be natural when I grow up, I said: "We will go together when the time comes."

"Well, if there is a chance." He seemed a little sad.

Although I still don't know why.

a week later.There was a shooting at the supermarket we frequented, and I was buying ingredients for my brother's birthday cake, and my brother was also picking out his favorite bear biscuits.

Two people were killed and a dozen were injured.My brother died, and I killed the gangster who killed my brother.

I took the gun that killed my brother and wounded myself, and my brother kept telling me until he vomited blood: "You must be injured, otherwise the police won't believe us."

Why don't the police believe us?But I always believed what my brother said, where should I aim to hurt myself?By the way, what I hate the most about myself, the few places that make me hate myself, the gun is fully automatic, and after I finished firing a shuttle of bullets, I thought of hugging my brother and saying, "You can't die."

My blood eventually completely covered his, but, he never woke up again.

This is my brother.Although I have said many times that you can't die, he is still a dead brother.my brother.

"Wake up, don't sleep." Someone whispered in his ear.But how could such a self be dreaming.

The author has something to say:

Sorry, comrades.Your author is a bit stupid, the scumbag didn't apply for the list... the next chapter will sweeten it for you.That's it.