Stubborn illness

"Look, look, there must be steamed eggs in his brother's bowl."

"Needless to say, it must be, you can tell by looking at it."

In the early morning, beside the Qingshi Terrace, in the alleyway in front of the earthen house, at eight or nine o’clock in the morning, the schoolchildren have already finished school, and the farmers have come back one after another. At this time, it is breakfast time, and the elder sisters next door are talking about something at the other end of the alley. look.

At this end of the alleyway, two boys, one tall and one short, were holding soup bowls, while the short one was standing at the base of the wall, holding the bowl with his left hand and using chopsticks with his right hand, they pulled them up quietly. There is a small lump of chopped red pepper.

The tall one stood on an abandoned millstone, standing on tiptoe from time to time. The soup bowl he held was different from the short one. A handkerchief was placed on the bottom of his soup bowl, and the handkerchief was folded into thick fours. The cube was held in the palm of the left hand, so I couldn't see what was in the bowl of noodles, but I could see rice grains around the bottom of the bowl that hadn't been cleaned.

"It's really eccentric."

"It's not just this time, it's like this often. It wasn't like yesterday. If there are delicious dishes, there are big ones. She secretly puts some in his bowl. If there are no small ones, she will be scolded."

"Hey, they are also my grandsons, why do you want to do this?"

"That's right, the big one looks like she gave birth to it herself, and the small one looks like she picked it up, this dead old lady."

The grandma is the grandma, and the tall one and the short one are the little boy and his elder brother. The two brothers are both in elementary school. It is well known that the grandma is partial.

At that time, the countryside was barren and the material was not rich. Meat dishes were not always available. Every household in the countryside would raise some chickens, but there were eggs. Parents left early and returned late, and the grandmother cooked at home, so she often ordered some for her brother in private. small stove.

Most of the time, others don’t know, and neither does the mother. Occasionally, she knows, the size is her own son, so she will teach the little boy: “Whatever he does, don’t worry about these things, look, he eats so much. I don’t see how much fat I eat, I have to eat enough, and I have to study hard.”

Sometimes when she hears angrily complained by her neighbors, or happens to be bumped into, the mother will also be very angry. Due to her inferiority, she can't directly point at her elders, so she directly reprimands her eldest son: "You look so dead, if you want you to work, you can't do it." It's as lazy as a dead snake, it can't do anything well, it's not half as capable, and you have to eat good food, where did it come from? Look at the firewood you picked up the day before yesterday, how it was tied up, the wild boar was scared away by you! Then look at theirs again, they are glamorous and have a good appearance, are you embarrassed? How old are they, and they are pointing at you to take the lead..."

The elder brother bowed his head and said nothing, as if he had misunderstood it, or he seemed to be planning how to rebel.

At this time, a person couldn't hold back, and stood up very distressed: "Just say a few words! It's endless, you want to kill someone? It's not a big deal. He has a midterm exam tomorrow. Let him boil two eggs. [-] points in the test."

"The palms of the hands and the back of the hands, the bowl of water needs to be flat, oh, I won't take the exam tomorrow?" Hearing grandma's interjection, the mother turned her head and stared at her face with sharp eyes.

"Oh my god, these two eggs are the only ones left in the sand tank. Do you think I'm biased? I'm really spitting blood on you." Grandma started to get mad.

"I care about my son, don't interrupt." The mother became even more angry.

"Ouch! I'm so angry (odd), such a small child, I'm scared, there's no need to fix it."

What was supposed to be a normal and serious mother-child education suddenly turned into a fight between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, quarrels, and quarrels again. Good student, I’ve never seen it before, it’s early in the morning, it’s good, and I haven’t eaten enough, let this guy stand in front of the stove, what should I do if I’m frightened?”

No one in the alley paid her any attention.

At the end, or the next day, when the parents and grandpa are away, the grandma will swear because of some small incident, or some little boy's little action that makes her unhappy: "It's all you, it's all your fault, you arsenic, you This medicinal material, pretending to be a pitiful death all day long, caused your brother to be scolded all the time, are you willing now? Are you happy?"

The little boy is sometimes speechless and sometimes talks back.

"Dare to talk back, see if I don't tear your mouth apart today."

Then there was a slap, blowing like lightning, I only felt a buzzing in my ears, the little boy raised his hand to cover his hot left cheek, he didn't cry, but tears flowed out uncontrollably.

"Come on, dare to talk back, see if I don't beat you to death today."

"I'll see grandpa beat you to death one day." The little boy bared his teeth and growled, like a stray dog ​​who was irritated and had no way out.

"Oh, I can eat a liter of rice! Is it still worth it?" I saw grandma trembling with excitement, turning her head to search around: "You wait, wait until I find a bamboo slice, and see what I have today. Don't scratch your mouth out."

The little boy stood there, crying loudly.

"I'll make you cry, I'll make you cry louder, so that others can come to see you as an unfilial son, how dare you call your grandpa to beat me to death." Grandma didn't find the bamboo piece, so she came over angrily and grabbed the little boy's hand Twist the ear back and forth like a screw, lift it up, and pull it down until bright red blood drops flow out across the neck.

At that time, the alley was full of people, neighbors all came, pointing and discussing.

On that day, the adults in that family had another big fight, crying, shouting and cursing, and the crisp sound of pots and pans falling to the ground.The mother held the little boy in her arms and wept.The little boy buried his little head as deeply as an ostrich in horror.

After that, the little boy's hearing was fine, but the same person had two ears with different discharges, the one in the right ear was like finely ground cereal, and the one in the left ear was like thick palm oil.Of course, now it seems that this is not caused by pulling, it should be caused by illness when I was younger, or it was born like this, and I didn't pay much attention to it before.

Most of my childhood memories are like old newspapers eaten by termites.

The journey of life is full of twists and turns.

In [-], my brother graduated from junior high school but failed to pass the high school entrance exam. During the summer vacation, he received an admission letter from a technical school in a kraft paper envelope. I don't know if it was the school he reported himself.He was very happy. He rode a heavy-duty bicycle with parallel bars and went to borrow money from his elder brother-in-law’s house dozens of miles away. On the way back in the evening, he fell into a deep ditch and fractured his right thigh.

At the beginning, I called the local doctor in the village, applied herbal medicine, and tied it with fir bark like plaster. It was a hot summer day, and this kind of treatment did not have much effect. I watched the wound swell more and more. more powerful.

No, I went to the People's Hospital in the city, and my mother went to take care of it. After going there for more than a month, I came back in the middle to get some changes of clothes, cook a little food, and take it with me.money?At that time, three or four children were studying, and they had no other income except farming and planting yellow smoke, so every time I came back, I saw my mother's melancholy and tired face.

At that time, the family planted two seasons of rice, including land reclamation and asking others, a total of more than ten mu of land, terraced fields, scattered all over the place.It's summer time, what should I do?Fortunately, at that time, the people in the countryside were pure and kind, and the human feelings were strong.

Encountered such a thing, squeak, a lot of people came, uncles, aunts or grandmas, most of them are on a good relationship with their mothers on weekdays, come to help, no wages, just eat, at the end, father and grandma will hahaha Send them out of the door, and thank them a thousand times. Grandpa often said: "It doesn't matter if you don't thank me, you have to remember that others have helped you."

After recovering from his leg injury, the normal school start date has passed, and his mother did not agree to repeat his studies.Later, my brother went south to Guangzhou with the villagers and started his working career. He has been in the catering industry. It seems that life has not been so smooth. Compared with the people who went out at the same time in the same village, he is more rough.

Some people get better and better amid setbacks because they are good at summarizing.

"Who is not partial, you are not partial? If you are not partial, why are they rich in studying, but I have no money in studying?" "It's your fault, why not blame you? Who told you to be so kind to me! Give me I'm too spoiled." To this day, when my brother gets angry, he will sometimes say such words. The previous sentence was said to his mother, accompanied by a gesture that was not very respectful, and the mother was very helpless.The last sentence was said to grandma, and she said it very seriously, but grandma didn't take it seriously, and smiled grinningly.

"Why do you prefer your brother so much?" When he grew up, the little boy had asked his grandma this question half-jokingly more than once.

"If your mother gave birth to a daughter in her first birth, do you think she would still stay in this family? I'm afraid she would have left long ago. Wait until now? She would have remarried long ago!" After a while, she asked many times. There are also various versions of the answer given by grandma, but this statement is more touching.

No matter what the reason is, yes, my brother has always been doted on by his grandma, all the time.