human game

Jing Ping came to his cousin's house at the age of 29. He carried big bags and small bags in his hand, including sesame paste for the elders, tea liquor, plush toys, tiger skin caps and other children's things.As soon as he entered the door, a child ran up to him from the living room. This was his cousin Jing An, five years old this year, white and fat, like a stripped roasted peanut. He hugged Jing Ping's leg and looked up. Blinking his head.

Followed by his cousin, she just came out of the kitchen, her face was red, "Call me brother." He then called Jing Ping brother, and then grabbed his leg, Jing Ping put something, hugged him Get up, "Biao Aunt, Happy New Year." "Finally he is willing to come back, he has been looking forward to you like a star since the early morning, and he doesn't say anything when he sees you." Jing An just held Jing Ping's shoulder Without speaking, Jing Ping patted his younger brother on the back, "No way, just work."

His aunt walked up and down, and in a blink of an eye placed several plates of fruit snacks on the coffee table in front of him, "How old are you, what kind of job do you do?" She pushed the cut apples to the front, "Authentic Red Fuji, your uncle A gift from a friend, it’s sweet and crispy, eat it quickly, don’t eat it and it’s oxidized, I’m going to cook.” She was still wearing an apron, patted the ashes, stood up, and said to her youngest son, “Don’t make trouble, brother, hear without?"

Jing An hugged her brother tightly, hummed, and watched her mother enter the kitchen before the two brothers started talking. Jing Ping asked him quietly, "Why are you unhappy?" "Mom won't let me watch TV, and won't let me Go out and play." He was so wronged, his already fleshy face puffed up, "But I heard from your mother that you watch TV all day, and run around when you go out to play.", He didn't Speaking, wringing his fingers unhappily.

Jing Ping took out the tiger-skin hat from his bag, put it on for him, and brought out many toys. He squeezed them one by one before he became happy. He liked the duck that could quack most. I kept holding it in my hand, and I had to hold it when I was eating at the table. After being criticized by Uncle Jing Ping, I became unhappy again.He went back and released the duck, and put on the tiger hat again, insisting on wearing it to eat, and no one could do anything about it.

He was very clingy to Jingping, knowing that as soon as his brother came back, someone would carry him out to play, and the two brothers had hardly been separated this year.When Jing Ping was going back to school on the ninth day of junior high school, Xiao An hugged him and cried, sobbing. His mother hugged him and stuffed Jing Ping with a red envelope, but he naturally refused to accept it, and said repeatedly, "No, I have enough money." ""New Year's money, take it." "I'm already an adult." Jing Ping doesn't want it, but his cousin insists on giving it, "Once I'm an adult, I'm not your aunt or your elder. You want to be angry when you celebrate the New Year I?"

He had no choice but to accept it, and his cousin's face turned pale, and his younger brother burst into tears again, calling out to his brother, "I really won't stay here anymore, I'll leave after fifteen." Oh my god, the boss is back, working part-time." "You know how to prevaricate me, I don't know you yet, and I feel that I am in trouble again." He walked downstairs and looked upstairs, and his aunt was standing with her brother in her arms. In front of the window, she waved at him, Jing An waved twice, then turned back and buried her head in her mother's neck, probably angry again.

"Call back often, don't worry me." His cousin yelled upstairs, Jing Ping nodded, waved and left.