It's Hard Being the Bad Guy

After entering the third grade, Wen Ai and Yue Xiao began to take the bus home by themselves, instead of being picked up by An's father.

On this day, a new barbecue stand was set up behind the station, and the light gray smoke scattered everywhere, and the people waiting for the bus could smell the aroma of the stall owner's roasting.

Wen Ai's dog's nose moved twice, and the glutton in his stomach immediately turned upside down. He stretched out his hand in front of Yue Xiao: "Give me two cents."

Yue Xiao turned his head and glanced at the barbecue stand behind him, then shook his head: "Don't eat, we'll have dinner when we get home later."

"Don't worry about me!" Wen Ai patted his stomach, "I've got a big baby here, don't delay dinner!"

"That's not okay." Yue Xiao still shook his head, "The things outside are not clean, and there is a lot of dust on the side of the road, eating it will cause diarrhea."

An elementary school student who was licking the kebab walked to Wen Ai's side to wait for the bus. The smell of burnt meat wafted away, making his mouth salivate. Yue Xiao was still there reasoning and refused to pay, and Wen Ai immediately became impatient. : "I want you to bother me! Dad just gave you the pocket money for safekeeping, and I also have a share in it. Why don't you give it to me?"

Yue Xiao is usually so talkative, but now he is extremely stubborn, covering his pockets tightly: "You can't eat."

"You—!" Wen Ai couldn't resist him, and softened his tone to compromise, "Then give me five cents? I'll just eat a bunch of dried beans."

Stared at by his big black eyes, Yue Xiao almost let go of the hand covering his pocket, but fortunately he stood firm at the end: "No."

Wen Ai failed to eat the barbecue, and kept a cold face all the way. When he got home, he even hid in his room and refused to eat, and the door was locked behind him.Father An knocked outside for a while, but seeing no movement inside the house, he could only fetch the key and open the door.

"Brother, it's time to eat." Father An sat on the edge of the bed and patted the lump under the quilt. "I specially brought the roast duck back from the restaurant. It's roasted this afternoon, isn't it similar to barbecue?"

Wen Tuantuan didn't move at all.

"Brother is right not to let you eat it, I would do the same if I were it." Father An said, "Last time you bought snacks on the side of the road to eat, and you came back with a stomachache all night, and you were the one who hurt in the end. Is it?"

Wen Tuantuan twisted and turned, but remained silent.

Father An's persuasion for a long time didn't work. This soft quilt ball had a hard core. Father An couldn't do anything, so he stood up and slapped the quilt ball: "If you want to be hungry, you can eat it." Be hungry, I want to eat."

Yue Xiao waited outside the door, seeing Father An coming out alone, his mood sank.

Thinking of his younger brother's eagerness to eat when he was at the station, Yue Xiao frowned and thought for a while, then went to the kitchen and fried a piece of dried tofu in a pan, spread seasoning on it, wrapped it with chopped green onion and pickles, and asked An's mother for more Two bamboo sticks for knitting sweaters. After washing, the dried tofu is skewered in a decent way. It looks like the baked tofu sold outside, and it smells very fragrant.

Not to mention, Wen Tuantuan was really moved by Yue Xiao's dried tofu, he hummed and groaned for a while, then lifted the quilt and sat up, took the dried tofu and ate it until his mouth was full of oil.

Yue Xiao found an old dress to put on his lap, caught the chopped green onions and pickles that kept falling, and stood beside him watching him eat.

Wen Ai was hungry when he was at the station, but now he was eating one after another, unable to stop at all.And he always felt that the string of dried tofu made by Yue Xiao had a very special and familiar taste, so delicious that he wanted to cry.

"It's finished." Wen Ai passed the diabolo stick to the side, and hiccupped in a muffled voice with his mouth closed.

Yue Xiao took the bamboo stick and packed away the old clothes that were used as a pad: "How does it taste?"

"General." Wen Ai retorted with duplicity, paused for a moment and was afraid that Yue Xiao would not do it in the future, so he changed his words, "It's okay..."

Yue Xiao laughed, and took off a chopped green onion that was stuck on Wen Ai's chin: "If you want to eat it in the future, just tell me, the one at home is cleaner."

Wen Ai lowered his eyes uncomfortably: "Oh."

An's father and An's mother hid behind the crack of the door, looked at each other, and gave Yue Xiao the thumbs up in unison.

This is coaxing my brother, or my brother has a trick.

In the first grade, the head teacher helped to clean the classrooms. Now that the little kids are in the third grade, all the cleaning has to be done by them.

Wen Ai and Yue Xiao are not in the same group, whoever has the turn to clean up after school can only stay and wait.

Yue Xiao felt sorry for his younger brother, and often helped him share the work. Last week, the homeroom teacher who was passing by after work happened to see this incident, and kept praising Yue Xiao for helping others.

Wen Ai is not happy anymore, this week, he will not allow Yue Xiao to help anymore, and will not give him a chance to be praised.

Yue Xiao agreed, dumbfounded, and walked around the classroom slowly, and when he found some garbage that hadn't been swept up, he secretly helped Wen Ai pick it up while Wen Ai wasn't paying attention, so that he wouldn't be criticized by the labor committee later.

There are many small stalls at the entrance of the primary school, selling snacks and toys, and there are many elementary school students staying in front of these small stalls every time after school.

Wen Ai walked out of the school gate after finishing cleaning, and squeezed into the stall with a small schoolbag on his back to see if there were any new gadgets. Yue Xiao also squeezed in, looked at the dazzling array of toys on the stall, and turned to Wen Ai: " What do you like? Let me buy it for you."

"Why are you so generous all of a sudden?" Wen Ai picked up a slingshot and pulled it away, turned around and aimed at Yue Xiao, "Yesterday, I didn't even pull out a dime."

Yue Xiao already knew that Wen Ai was still struggling with this matter, so he took the initiative to buy it for him, didn't he?

"You can take whatever you like." Yue Xiao smiled at him, "I'll give you the money."

Wen Ai left the slingshot behind, stood on tiptoe and stretched out his hand to reach the tin frog, muttering softly, "It was my money."

"What I mean is——" Yue Xiao stretched out his long arms, helped Wen Ai get a few tin frogs, and put them in front of him for him to choose, "Use my pocket money to buy them for you."

Wen Ai's eyes lit up, "What did you say?"

Yue Xiao nodded seriously: "Well, you can choose."

Wen Ai was not polite to Yue Xiao, and searched the stall for everything, buying this and that, buying whatever he had at home, and even carried away the two largest water guns on the stall when he was done.

Yue Xiao paid the money readily, and the stall owner was so happy that his gums were showing when he took it.

With a bunch of new toys in her arms, Wen Ai's attitude towards Yue Xiao was more than a little bit better, at least when he was driving home, he was no longer unwilling to sit with him like yesterday.

Yue Xiao felt that the money was well spent.

At the door of the house, Yue Xiao took out the key and inserted it into the lock, just as Grandma Wang pushed the door to come out, Wen Ai put the toy on the ground, rushed over and hugged her waist coquettishly: "Grandma is good!"

"Ouch! Junyun is so good!" Grandma Wang touched his little face, "How is your homework recently?"

"That's good!" Wen Ai saw that she was carrying a trash can, and took the initiative to take it, "I'll go and empty it."

Wen Ai dumped the rubbish into the recycling bin at the end of the corridor, and when she came back, Grandma Wang had already gone to the house to get a box of candy, and stuffed a handful into his and Yue Xiao's hands.

After returning home, Wen Ai threw her schoolbag on the sofa, and went into the bathroom with two water guns.

"Let's play after finishing homework?" Yue Xiao followed in, just as Wen Ai screwed back the water reservoir that was filled with water, turned his head and gave Yue Xiao a weird smile, picked up a big gun in one hand, and shot at him indiscriminately .

The short sleeves on Yue Xiao's body were soaked instantly, he blocked the jet of water with his hands, and kept retreating towards the door.

"Don't just hide!" Wen Ai threw a gun at his feet with an excited expression, "Fight me, come, come!"

Yue Xiao picked up the water gun on the ground, seeing Wen Ai rolling like a kitten begging to play with him, his mind flickered, and he pulled his finger on the trigger.

After all, these two were still primary school students, so they were very involved in the water fight, from the toilet to the living room, from the living room to the balcony, and had a lot of fun.

When An's father and An's mother came back, many of the wooden furniture in the house had already been soaked and swollen.

Father An dragged the two brats to him, but before he started to teach them a lesson, someone knocked on the door.

As soon as An's mother opened the door, the downstairs resident stood at the door with her hips akimbo, shouting loudly, saying that the ceiling of her house kept dripping, and asked what kind of moth their family was doing.

An's mother hurriedly apologized, but the one with her arms akimbo hated the rich, and usually didn't like to see An's family, and now she was even more cynic and sarcastic for a while before leaving.

After the door closed, Father An's face became even more serious: "You two, talk about it."

Wen Ai lowered her head and clenched her hands, unable to figure out how she could provoke Yue Xiao to do such a naive thing.

Yue Xiao opened his mouth before Wen Ai, and pretended to take all the responsibility on himself. He bought the water gun, and he wanted to play the game. Most of the water marks in the house were in his water gun. Squirted out.

Wen Ai was taken aback for a moment, then said: "No, that I—"

"Enough." Father An interrupted him suddenly, pointing to the balcony, "Both of you go face the wall and think about it."

Fortunately, it is summer now, and the two of them are wearing wet clothes, and it is not cold to stand on the balcony and blow the wind.

Wen Ai stared at the tiny cracks on the wall, and whispered: "Why are you helping me take the blame?"

"You are younger brother, I want to protect you." Yue Xiao looked at the wall and said seriously, "No one can bully you, not even Dad."

Wen Ai turned her head to look at Yue Xiao's side face, and was stunned for a long time: "I don't need your protection... and it's useless at all, we are still punished to face the wall."

Yue Xiao lowered his head, his forehead was about to touch the wall: "I'm sorry."

Wen Ai was stunned for a longer time this time: "No, why are you apologizing to me? Even if you really helped me carry this matter down, I wouldn't mind it. Don't expect me to be grateful to you."

Yue Xiao shook his head: "I'm not doing it for your gratitude."

Wen Ai: "Then what are you doing?"

Yue Xiao raised his head and glanced at him: "Just be good."

Wen Ai couldn't speak anymore.

The two didn't communicate any more, and An's father and An's mother, who were hiding behind the balcony door and eavesdropping, also sat back in the living room.

An's mother took a sip of hot tea: "If my younger brother becomes more lawless in the future, he must be used to it."

"That's not true." Father An teased, "I, as a father, was excluded by him."

"Who made you pull your face at that time." Mother An smiled, and turned to look at the backs of the two sons facing the wall, "Brother has such a heart, and my brother will accept him sooner or later."

For the purpose of promoting the revolutionary friendship between the two brothers, An's father and An's mother deliberately asked them to stand for a while longer.

The summer night was sweltering, Wen Ai's eyelids drooped from the heat, his small body swayed from side to side, and finally leaned towards Yue Xiao, leaning against his body.

Yue Xiao didn't dare to move, and raised his shoulders slightly so that Wen Ai's head could rest more comfortably.

He moved his nose, his younger brother was already this big, but his body still smelled of milk.

It smells so good.