[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

Randall is a naughty boy, he looks very similar to his sister Greta, but contrary to him, Greta is an obedient and shy little girl.Randall likes his sister very much, and keeps her behind him every time, which is very similar to Hannibal.

Mrs. Anna likes girls, relatively speaking, Randall pays much less attention.He makes himself lively and active, hoping that his mother will notice him in a troublesome way, but Mrs. Anna hates naughty children even more, especially in contrast to Greta's quiet personality.

"Randall, I don't know why there is such a naughty child like you."

This is the sentence that Randall heard the most when he was a child. He was very unconvinced. He was envious of his sister Greta and a little unbearably jealous. This is human nature.

And when spring came, Mrs. Anna’s friend gave her a little green-haired parrot. It looks so beautiful, its feathers are smooth and shiny, and it can also speak rap French, which is very rare for children. .

The parrot was placed in Mrs. Anna's room. It had a delicate little cage, which Mrs. Anna asked a carpenter to make and then painted with golden varnish.

Randall, who was strangled from entering his mother's room because of sabotage, was very curious about the parrot, but he couldn't go in. Greta volunteered to enter the room and hand him the cage. Since the housekeeper was in the living room, Randall ran away. He waited outside the wall facing the window of Madame Anna's room.

After waiting for a while, Randall heard the strange cry of the parrot on the second floor and the voice of Greta who deliberately lowered his voice, "Don't make a noise, you will call the housekeeper."

Randall looked up, and he saw the green-haired parrot seem to have escaped the confinement of the cage and got out of the window. Its chubby gray beak pecked at Greta's finger.

"—Ah" Greta withdrew her hand grabbing it in pain, she tiptoed and glanced at Randall standing under the window, "Brother, the parrot is about to run away, what should I do? Mother is coming back soon Already!"

"Don't worry." Randall was also very anxious. If the parrot ran away, he would probably be annoyed by his mother even more, and maybe he would add a crime of instigating his sister to make mistakes.

"Don't move, I'll get a bamboo pole." This is the only way Randall can think of now, the little parrot stays on the stone platform outside the window, raising its little paws from time to time, scraping the hair on its cheeks .

Greta pursed her lips, she wanted to cry.

The window was not closed tightly, and Greta could even use her strength to pull the window up, and the opening was big enough for her to get through.

Randall was looking for bamboo poles to drive the parrot down, and finally found a wooden stick in the corner, which was used by the old housekeeper to support the vines.He seemed to be a little more relaxed in his heart. As soon as he turned his head, he saw his younger sister standing cautiously on the stone platform in a white skirt, squatting down on the place that was only wide enough for her shoes.

"Come on, little parrot," Greta stretched out her hand, and let go of the hand that was leaning against the window to hold on to the coffin for balance. Her white and tender hand retracted before touching the parrot.

"Go in!" Randall ran over, yelling at Greta with wide eyes, "The window sill is dangerous, climb in!"

Greta looked at him tremblingly and nodded. Even the parrot seemed terrified and stood up, ready to crawl inside.

Randall breathed a sigh of relief. He put the wooden stick aside, but Mrs. Anna got out of the car and walked into the gate with the newly purchased items in her hand.

Too bad, Randall thought, how could this be the right time.

"Oh God," Randall's prayer did not receive the apparition from heaven. Mrs. Anna was wearing a small hat with a black silk flower on it. She ran over covering her mouth, her face was full of Unbelievable, "Greta what are you doing!"

Greta, who was holding on to the window bier and was about to climb in, looked back and was startled when she saw her mother's angry appearance. She had always been an obedient child, and her heart trembled and her feet relaxed.

Randall was looking at his mother, and he felt a white shadow fall in front of him, and with a bang, it seemed that something had splashed on his face.

Feeling the warm touch, he wiped his face, and his eyes slowly fell on Greta at his feet.

Her white dress slowly turned into a red dress, but only the neck part was gradually soaked in blood, but the distance from the second floor was because of a few sharp stones in the grass, allowing Randall to get close for the first time Feel the passing of life.

His mother's heart-piercing cries seemed to be echoing in his ears. He felt that there might be something wrong with his ears, everything was accented, and he didn't even respond to the slap his mother gave him.

"You killed Greta!" Mrs. Anna directly identified Randall as the culprit without knowing the reason, "Greta never did anything outrageous...my Greta, mother is here ,do not be afraid!"

When the doctor came, Mrs. Anna didn't dare to let go of Greta. Her body had already turned cold, and there was a big blood hole on her head. "Please save my child!"

Randall stood up unsteadily, and fell straight down before taking two steps. The hard soil collided with his head, and he just felt that his eyes were dark and he didn't know anything.

……

Mia was tasting the little cake that made her appetite increase. I have to say that the cake made by Mrs. Anna's chef is very different from that made by Billijit. I can't say who made it better, but The feeling of entering is unique.

Not many children came, but Nick changed his clothes today, a beige shirt and a dark blue jacket, looking more formal.

He was also taking small bites of the cake. Nick seemed to have a love for sweets beyond his soul, and Mia felt that the cake was delicious just by looking at him.

Mrs. Anna took Greta, no... It should be Randall who walked downstairs, she looked very happy, Randall next to him looked a little bad, but when Mrs. Anna looked at him, he recovered smile.

Mia's presents and other presents were piled up on the sofa, colorful, and Mr. Jiali looked much better today. He hugged his son and stuffed the gift he bought specially into his arms "Happy birthday to you."

Mrs. Anna was accompanying the guests. Mr. Jiali looked at the top of his son's head. His hair could be pulled up after a year. Mrs. Anna specially drew his eyebrows so that people could not see too much clues.

"Sorry." Mr. Carrie kissed Randall on the forehead, "I really hope you can be happy."

Randall kissed back, "Thank you, Dad."

Mia didn't actually mention that she wanted to get along with him. Randall, like his mother, had a weird smile on his smile. He sat there and nodded before starting to open the presents. Opening presents in front of guests is the right thing for them respect and appreciation.

Mia shrank her feet. She felt that the gift she had chosen was not very good, and at the same time, she didn't really want to be drawn by Randall first.

It was a gift box in a green box, and Mia breathed a sigh of relief, while Nick next to him put down his cake and took two deep breaths.

Randall was absent-minded. He didn't seem very interested in the piles of gifts in front of him, but Nick watched him dodge his eyes, opened his mouth to say something, and then closed his mouth.

A small knife studded with a diamond. Randall was a little stunned in women's clothing. He raised his head and looked at Nick, still holding the handle of the knife in his hand.

Nick scratched his head, and he explained in a low voice embarrassedly, "Actually, the gift I prepared for you is still inside... This is, it's for Randall, he has always wanted it..."

Randall became a taboo in Mr. Garley's house, and Nick blushed when he didn't get a response, "I don't mean anything else, Greta... I just, I just wanted to come and give him this gift, last year I It was ready for him, but it was not delivered."

The more he explained, the more embarrassing it seemed. Nick's head was about to burst into flames. Mia wanted to pat him on the back to comfort him, but Hannibal pinched her arm quickly and pulled her back.

Mia turned to look at him, and Hannibal smiled at her, his expression quite calm.

All right all right, I don't mind my own business.

Randall didn't speak, he grabbed the knife and pinned it to his waist, and then opened the second gift.

Mr. Carrie's gift seemed a bit unique, the small box was heavy, and Langdleton took it apart in a flash. It was a harmonica with a metallic silvery surface.

"Dad, I want a doll." This is the birthday present that Greta once asked Mr. Carrie for. Randall, who was sitting beside him, played with his fingers, and said that he wanted it when Mr. Carrie rubbed his head. Ask for a gift, "Harmonica, I want a harmonica."

His harmonica finally arrived, and the guilt of a dead Greta sent him through a year of agony not knowing who he was, his mother going insane, and him dressing up as Greta. Rita, while loathing herself, fell into an inescapable predicament.

Mr. Carrie, the only one who was still awake, had a more painful life than them.

"Oh, Greta!" Mrs. Anna called his sister's name from the door, but Randall never looked up.

Mrs. Anna seemed a little angry. She walked over, her long skirt trailing behind her like a tail connected to the darkness.

"I'm talking to you, Greta."

Randall stood up, his height growing with age, and he didn't have to look up too much to see his mother's face.

"My name is Randall," he repeated, emphatically. "Greta is dead and buried in our courtyard."

Mrs. Anna twitched the corner of her mouth. She tried hard to refute him but was stopped by Mr. Carrie. Randall was indifferent for the first time when he saw his mother start to go crazy, "I am Randall!" He felt that his heart had leaked out. A long-suffering resentment, "My name is Randall, not Greta..."

He came out of his sister's shadow, he wanted to live happily as his father said, even though he was a little selfish.

The guests had already left, and his mother was still screaming in the living room. Randall buried himself in his arms, and the skirt on his body was ripped off by him. He seemed to have done something wrong.

The sky outside was covered by heavy curtains, and Randall felt his shoulders were a little cold. He raised his head and saw a white skirt appearing at his feet, which was still stained with blood.

His sister is back.