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That year, when Si Lang was five years old, he finally received the good news that his mother gave birth to a little brother for him.

The little brother's chubby face is very cute, his little hands are clenched into fists and he gnaws and gnaws in his mouth.

Si Lang always stood by the little brother's cradle, watching him, wiping his saliva, and teasing him with the little wave drum.

Seeing the toothless smile of the little brother, he will keep smiling happily.

Si Lang was a lonely child, although he didn't know the meaning of loneliness at the time.

His family has a big house, a nanny, a chef, and all kinds of toys, but there is no one who can play with him.

Si Lang always sits in the garden of his home with a small train and a plane, playing by himself.

The Si family's parents have been busy with work. Although they love their son, they don't spend long with him.

So when little Si Mo was born, Si Lang's mood was understandable.

Every day as soon as Si Lang wakes up, he will go to the nursery to see his brother, kiss his little face, and then go to wash up.

The nanny would put the breakfast next to the cradle, and Si Lang would eat while watching his brother.

After Simo got up, the nanny would breastfeed him. The little Simo was raised white and tender. He weighed only two pounds when he was born, and now he is much heavier.

Especially since Si Mo had already opened his eyes, his big eyes were watery, and he kept gliding around, his small pink mouth gnawed on his fist, and Yiyi said words that only he could understand.

Whether Si Lang was doing homework or reading, he was always by Si Mo's side.

Simo was able to lift his head and legs when he was 3 months old, and he could sit up. Si Lang watched carefully from the side, fearing that Simo might fall and hurt.

At the age of 5 months, Simo started to gain strength and learned to turn over. He began to be dissatisfied with lying on the bed all the time, and kept trying to turn over, always making himself tired and giggling.

And Si Lang squatted beside the bed, carefully protecting Si Mo.

When Si Mo grew up to 6 months, he learned to crawl. When he crawled more and more smoothly, he became like a puppy, crawling around on the carpet. Other children need to be teased with toys to crawl. , but Si Mo is different, as long as Si Lang goes, he will climb there until Si Lang picks him up.

At that time, Simo would be in Si Lang's arms obediently, grabbing Si Lang's fingers and talking.

Suddenly one day, Simo threw himself into Si Lang's arms again, and after calling out his brother, Si Lang was stunned for a moment, and then hugged Mo Mo and laughed so hard that he was about to cry.

Because Si Lang knew that he would never be without someone to accompany him. He was Mo Mo, and he was his most beloved brother.

The young Si Lang swore that day that he would never let Mo Mo try to feel like he was guarding the little train without anyone around him talking to him.

When Simo was 10 months old, he slowly stood up and learned to walk.At that time, Si Lang always squatted in front, clapped his hands, and said, "Come to Momo, brother hug."

With the help of the nanny, Si Mo would walk towards Si Lang with a huff, and throw himself into Si Lang's arms in a thrilling manner.

When Si Mo was 1 year old and Si Lang was 6 years old, Simo could walk independently. Although he couldn't walk very fast and couldn't walk very far, Si Lang was still very satisfied because Mo Mo always walked into his arms by himself.

At one and a half years old, Simo had already learned to run.

Simo could already say the simplest words, "Brother, Tangtang." With his small, chubby hands, he stuffed a crumpled candy into Si Lang's hand.

Si Lang looked at the candy, opened it and put it in his mouth, Simo laughed, and gave his brother his favorite thing, the little Simo was very satisfied.

That is to say, Simo at this time can't call mom and dad at all.

Because Si Lang didn't teach him, Momo is his own, and even his parents can't take it away.

Since he was a child, he watched Momo grow up by himself. He never fed Momo, never played with Momo, and never found out that Momo's long-toothed parents couldn't compete with him for Momo.

At this time, Silang still didn't understand that this feeling was possessiveness.

He just felt that Mo Mo belonged to him, and could only belong to him.

Si Lang would accompany Momo to play with little trains and planes, and would read to Momo a bedtime story before he went to bed.

Simo would sit quietly beside Si Lang while he was studying, and when he ate something he liked, he would grab it and feed it to Si Lang.

Si Lang taught Mo Mo to speak a little bit, and even Mo Mo's pinyin and characters were taught by Si Lang.

It has to be said that the Si family's parents were very remiss in their children's growth.

Therefore, they were also very helpless about the fact that Mo Mo didn't call them their parents and only pestered Si Lang.

On Simo's first birthday, the Si family's parents thought it was impossible to go on like this, so they took a month off to accompany the two brothers.

Si Mo sat in a chair specially designed for children, and his seat was next to Si Lang.

When the Si family's parents watched their eldest son skillfully feed the younger son, they had mixed feelings in their hearts, both relieved and feeling that they were negligent.

Mo Mo didn't know how they were feeling, so he only glanced at them when Si Lang was talking to them, and then began to eat the meal fed by his brother.

At this time, Mo Mo no longer needs to eat glutinous rice. He drinks porridge in the morning, and the glutinous vegetable porridge tastes very good. Drink the porridge.

There was shrimp meat in the porridge today, and Mo Mo was very happy to eat it. When he saw that there were pink shrimp meat cut into small pieces in the spoon fed to him by his brother, he didn't open his mouth to eat, but stretched out his hand to put the shrimp meat in the spoon. Porridge catches.

The mother of the Si family watched the younger son's movements, and hurried to get paper to help the younger son wipe his hands, but saw the younger son open his hand, and put the rice porridge with shrimp on his hands to Si Lang's mouth, "Eat, eat."

Si Lang hurriedly put the bowl and spoon on the table, laughed out loud, leaned over to Momo's hand, and licked the rice grains and the small piece of shrimp meat into his mouth.

"Hehe..." Si Mo laughed, not sure if it was because of the itchiness or because he was happy to see his brother eat.

Si Lang picked up the handkerchief on one side and wiped Mo Mo's hands clean before continuing to feed Mo Mo, "It's delicious, thank you Mo Mo."

Simo began to eat obediently again.

The Si family's parents looked at all this and fell silent. To be honest, those things that the younger son was holding just now looked really disgusting.

But the eldest son did not hesitate at all.

When the younger sons eat delicious food, the first thing they think of is their elder son. They are both proud and feel that they are a failure as parents.

After feeding Mo Mo, Si Lang started to eat.

I made a secret note in my heart that Mo Mo likes to eat shrimp.

After dinner, Si Lang and Simo sat on the sofa, Si Mo played with a small train, and Si Lang looked at the textbook.

While other children were watching cartoons and picture books, Si Lang had already started to recognize characters and read the simplest science books.

The Si family's parents sat aside and looked at their two sons, feeling that they didn't know what to say.

"Lang Lang, what do you want for your birthday?" Si Mu was very beautiful, with an intellectual sense of beauty, she walked up to Si Lang and the others, and said softly.

Si Lang put down the textbook in his hand, and said sensiblely, "Anything can be mother."

Si Mu didn't know what to say, she looked at Simo again, and reached out to hug him.

Simo looked at the person in front of him, he was very strange, he threw the train all at once, and threw himself into his brother's arms, hugging his brother tightly, but looked at Simu sternly.

Not long after Simo was born, Simu and Sifu's research turned around, and they returned to the company. So Simo is one year old and has not seen them a few times.

Si Lang held his younger brother in his arms, both of them looked cute and cute, especially Si Lang, who combined all the advantages of his parents.

And Si Mo was young and was well taken care of by Si Lang, so he was white and tender, extremely cute.

Father Si was amused by the way the big and the young were hugging each other. He also walked over, squatted down in front of the sons, and stretched out his hand to Simo, "Come on, Momo, I'm Dad."

Simo looked at him, then at Si Lang, buried his head in Si Lang's arms, rubbed his little head back and forth, and shouted, "Brother, brother..."

Si Lang patted Simo on the back, knowing that Si Mo was a little scared and unwilling to go over, so he said, "Father, Mo Mo is timid."

Father Si's hands froze, and the guilt deepened in his heart. He hugged his two sons, and just about to say a few words, he heard the sound of crying.

When Si Lang heard Mo Mo's cry, his heart ached so much, he glared at his parents who were standing at a loss, and began to coax his younger brother, "Mo Mo, be good, don't be afraid..."

Si Mo hugged his brother tightly, crying out of breath, his whole face was flushed red, tears rolled down like money, "Brother... woo woo woo... my... Mo Mo's... ..."

Simo is young and doesn't know much to say, but the meaning is clearly expressed in the intermittent words.

"Enen, Momo's, my brother belongs to Momo, and Momo belongs to my brother too, don't cry, my brother's heart hurts..." Si Lang coaxed his baby brother in a low voice.

Sifu stood with his arms around Simu and looked at the two brothers, once again realizing his negligence.

Simo didn't cry easily, even the nanny said that Simo was the easiest child to take care of, except when he was hungry or peeing, he would just play with his fingers or look at Si Lang and smile cheerfully.

When he got his brother's assurance, Simo stopped crying, but he cried too hard just now, and now he is still twitching, which made Si Lang feel very distressed.

After lunch and playing with Mo Mo for a while, Si Lang took his younger brother to take a nap.

Children are sleepy, and Simo is no exception.

Seeing the two brothers holding hands, Si's father and Si's mother walked back to Si Lang's room ignoring their parents at all, looked at each other helplessly and smiled, and followed.

Who made them unqualified as parents, so the younger son didn't know them, and the older son treated them coldly, and it deserved it.

In a warm-colored room, the two brothers were lying on a bed with a pillow and a quilt, whispering as if they hadn't seen them.