crossing the dangerous bridge

In midsummer, the weather is so hot that it seems that pressing a lighter can ignite all the air. The ivy on the courtyard wall has been sun-dried into a Pingyang tiger, hanging half-dead on the wall, looking crumbling.

It was past three o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun was hot, and the surroundings were quiet, and the dogs didn't come out to snort, only the obnoxious brats insisted on running wild outside.

Lin Jianxi felt that he was not annoying, but in fact he was not much better. It was too hot to let him go out to play, so he and the children from the next door dug holes and planted trees in the yard, and shoveled the flat grass. The potholes made adults feel heartbroken when they saw them, but the two children felt that they had planted a tree, as if they had accomplished an earth-shattering feat. They casually inserted the small wooden shovel into the ground and bowed to the newly planted tree. Bye again.

"Lin Lin, why are you worshiping this tree?" Xiong Can didn't understand why Lin Jianxi worshiped a tree, but out of the loyalty of friends who want to share weal and woe, he followed suit.

"I'm making a wish," Lin Jianxi said seriously, "I hope this orange tree can bless me and let me have a younger brother."

"What's so good about my brother," Xiong Can said, "I am beaten by my brother every day at home, and he is only one minute older than me."

"But Big Bear will still play with you, and I also want my brother to play with me."

"Oh."

At the same age of seven, Xiong Can often couldn't understand what Lin Jianxi was thinking, just like now, he and his brother Xiong Cui quarreled wildly every day, wishing that he was the only one in the family domineering, and he didn't understand Lin Jianxi at all. See why Xi is asking for trouble, and wants a younger brother.

But he also felt that if Lin Jianxi was so smart, what he said must be right.

Having a younger brother should be better than being a younger brother. Being a younger brother can only be beaten by an older brother, but having a younger brother can beat a younger brother.

"Then give me a younger brother too," Xiong Can bowed insincerely before, fearing that the orange tree would not show its power, he bowed again solemnly: "You must listen to me."

After worshiping the tree, the two children returned to the house contentedly, went to the bathroom to wash their hands, and after washing, Aunt Wang had already put the watermelon on the table: "Lin Lin, little bear, come and eat watermelon. Let it dry outside for half a day , is it hot?"

The two stayed together for a long time, but instead of beating them with a feather duster, Aunt Wang kindly cut watermelon for them, which is enough to show that ten to ten of the bear children are used to by adults, the old master will not deceive me.

Lin Jianxi walked to the table, touched a few pieces of watermelon rind, and wanted to pick up one that had been in the refrigerator, but Aunt Wang was too strict, and before he had time to pick it up, Aunt Wang held it down Claw: "Lin Lin, you can't eat cold ones, this piece of watermelon is for Little Bear, you eat this piece."

Lin Jianxi: "...Hmm."

Aunt Wang rubbed his head as usual: "Be obedient."

Lin Jianxi loves to make trouble, and he has no limit to his skin, but it is matched with a delicate physique. After skinning, he will throw up after eating something cold. Wronged, Aunt Wang would never agree.

Lin Jianxi had no choice but to reluctantly gnaw on the watermelon at room temperature.

After eating and drinking enough, sleepiness also surged up. After wiping their mouths, the two children threw themselves into the large sofa together, and fell asleep in a short while.

The sun set late in summer, and the central air conditioner in the living room was running silently. Aunt Wang gently made a blanket for the two children, sat on another sofa by herself, and continued to embroider.

The phone rang suddenly, and Aunt Wang was caught off guard. The embroidery needle pierced her finger. She hissed, held down her finger, and answered the phone: "Hello."

"Sister Wang," Zhao Yunqi's voice sounded exhausted: "Is Lin Lin at home?"

Aunt Wang replied, "Yes."

"Okay..." Zhao Yunqi said: "Let him come and answer the phone, I have something to ask him."

Aunt Wang turned to look at Lin Jianxi. In fact, as soon as the phone rang, he got up and looked at the phone expectantly: "Did my mother call?"

Aunt Wang nodded, not wanting her to greet her again, Lin Jianxi automatically jumped off the sofa and ran over to answer the phone: "Mom."

The seven-year-old child's voice is still a bit milky, and his tone is cheerful. Just listening to it, one can think of his carefree smiling face.

Zhao Yunqi was quiet for a few seconds, and when she spoke again, her voice became much hoarse: "Lin Lin...do you miss your mother?"

"Yes," Lin Jianxi asked cheerfully, "Mom, when are you coming back?"

"Mom will go back tonight." Zhao Yunqi slowly replied, "Mom misses you too."

"Okay!" Lin Jianxi responded, and told Zhao Yunqi all the recent daily chatter, such as why math problems are always called apples, he hates apples; the flowers on the windowsill died, and he and Xiong Can were together again An orange tree was planted at home, and finally, he asked, "Mom, when will I have a little brother?"

Lin Jianxi has his own memories up to now, most of the time, he is the only child at home. Although the big bear and little bear next door come to play with him every day, Aunt Wang and uncle bodyguards also live at home to guard him, but this is Different.

When mom and dad are not at home, the house seems empty.

He wants a younger brother, just like Xiong Cui and Xiong Can next door, and he also wants a younger brother who can play with him even if his parents are not at home.

"Lin Lin still wants a younger brother." Zhao Yunqi thought for a while and asked tentatively, "Lin Lin, do you still remember that last year, your mother took you to Aunt Xiao's house to celebrate Aunt Xiao's brother's birthday?"

Lin Jianxi nodded: "I remember."

He will remember, partly because he has a good memory, and partly because, when he saw the little brother for the first time, the little brother was wearing a small skirt, holding a lamb doll, sitting on the sofa with an unhappy expression on his face. Thought it was a little sister.

It was only later that he found out that he was not the little sister, but was forced into a skirt by Aunt Xiao. Because of this, the little brother was angry for a long time, and no one paid any attention to him.

"I'll take that little brother home and let him play with you, okay?"

Lin Jianxi tugged on the phone cord tangledly. He liked that little brother. The little brother was cute and he could play with him, but no matter how good he was, he belonged to someone else, so he couldn't play with him all the time.

"Will little brother play with me all the time? Isn't he coming home?"

"He..." Zhao Yunqi paused: "Lin Lin, if you agree, little brother can live in our house forever. Do you agree?"

"Okay," the kid couldn't think of anything else, only thinking that he was just like himself, that his parents were always away, so he wanted to come to their house.With a playmate, Lin Jianxi couldn't wait: "When will the little brother come over?"

"Little brother, come home with me," Zhao Yunqi said, "Lin Lin, see you tonight."

"Okay, mom, I'll wait for you to come back."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Jianxi realized that Xiong Can had gone home at some point, but the joy of dreams come true had to be shared with someone, so he rushed out the door and rushed straight to Xiong Can's house: "Big bear! Little bear! I have one too!" brother!"

Contrary to the happy child, Zhao Yunqi listened to the busy tone on the phone in a daze, and it took her a while to recover.

She looked towards the conference room, the room was made of transparent glass, she could see clearly, there was a little boy sitting in the farthest corner, from the afternoon to now, he has always maintained the same posture, hugging him blankly. Holding a lamb doll, it looks like a small animal that has been injured and can only hide in a corner.

She pushed open the door and walked in: "Jiang Yu."

The little boy didn't seem to realize who she was calling, he raised his head in a daze, glanced at her, then lowered his head, and buried his face in the soft down of the doll.

"Jiang Yu," Zhao Yunqi said softly, "How about going home with Auntie?"

Jiang Yu didn't move and didn't say a word, Zhao Yunqi waited patiently, after a long time, when she thought Jiang Yu wouldn't answer, he suddenly asked weakly: "Auntie, can't I go back to my home? "

Zhao Yunqi didn't know how to answer him. She was a successful person in the eyes of outsiders. She had received many interviews, and she was able to calmly and fluently answer the harsh journalists who concealed their sharpness. At this time, she rarely felt poor in words, and even a little Incoherent: "Auntie's house is also very good... Do you remember the elder brother of Auntie's house, he likes you very much, he is a good boy, he will treat you well, and will not bully you... Go back with Auntie, okay?"

Jiang Yu grabbed the doll helplessly. In just a few days, his life was turned upside down. Mom and Dad went to a place where they would never come back. Overnight, countless strangers appeared beside him. Said it was his relatives, they all said they felt sorry for him and wanted to take him home.

He didn't know anyone, he didn't want to talk to anyone, he just wanted to stay at his own home.

He doesn't quite remember how he came here these days, his mind is empty, he just thinks it's too noisy and messy, those people go to his house and make his house dirty, he hates them, but He was so small, he couldn't beat them, so he could only hide.

Then, Aunt Zhao also came. He knew Aunt Zhao and was a good friend of his mother. Aunt Zhao asked him if he wanted to go out with her, and he agreed.

So now, should I follow my aunt to her home?

He felt scared, he was too young, he didn't understand why he was scared, he just kept crying: "Auntie, I miss my parents."

Zhao Yunqi's eyes were also red, "Auntie misses them too...Jiang Yu, go home with Auntie, Auntie's house will also be your home from now on."

Jiang Yu wiped his eyes, and his father said that boys should not cry casually, but there were so many tears that he couldn't finish them.

A steady stream of tears rolled down the little boy's cheeks and fell into the doll he was holding. The black glass eyes of the lamb doll were also stained with tears, as if crying with him.

The night was dark, and the Lin family's yard was lit, attracting a few moths.

Lin Jianxi rested his chin in boredom, watching the moths crashing into the light in a daze. It was past nine o'clock, and it was his bedtime, but he wasn't sleepy at all, and his parents and little brother hadn't come home yet. He had to wait until they came back anyway.

Suddenly there was the sound of closing the car door outside the yard. Lin Jianxi was shocked, and ran downstairs quickly, meeting the eyes of the little boy who walked into the yard cautiously.

He was holding the doll, his eyes were dark, and he looked scared.

Lin Jianxi also walked over carefully, walking up to the little boy, "Are you my brother?"

Jiang Yu unconsciously pinched the doll tightly and pursed his lips. After a while, he whispered: "...Brother."

The author has something to say: Because of the shortage of literature, I am here again

It’s still the end of the year, practicing writing and daily life. Of course, I mainly want to try to write about forced love, although I think this book may not be able to be written (.