i don't want to be your sister

Have you ever seen Shuangmendong Hutong at five or six in the morning?

Almost none.

But for A Ze's father, the appearance of Shuangmendong Hutong at five or six in the morning in spring, summer, autumn and winter is not uncommon.

This morning, Aze's father opened the door and took out a big broom from the door.He first took a deep breath holding the broom, and then swung the big broom, "hiss, hiss, hiss..." to sweep the fallen leaves at the door.

The broom is made of bamboo and is not heavy to hold, but the sound of the bamboo branches rubbing against the ground is a bit harsh in this silent morning.

The sky at this moment is like that gray black sesame soybean milk.

After Aze's father cleaned the leaves, the sky gradually lit up, like coffee being poured into milk, continuously diluted and diluted, and the sky was completely bright.

Such a wonderful process, only Aze's father who doesn't understand the style is in it, but because he is used to it, he doesn't appreciate it, wasting such a beautiful scenery for nothing.

Yes, such a beautiful scenery, lying on the blanket, hugging the quilt, and being dragged by Duke Zhou to play chess, Mingzhen has no chance to see it, oh, no chance to see it at all.

After sweeping the floor, it's time to go back and prepare breakfast.But Aze's father still stayed at the door, standing quietly, not waving the broom lightly, as if he was waiting for something.

finally come.

Dressed in the early morning mist, the dedicated newspaper deliveryman carefully placed the latest issue of the newspaper in front of the doors of the houses in the alley, or in the hands of Aze's father.

Aze's father got the newspaper, expressed his thanks, and then turned around and went back to the house, as if his movements were too quick.

The wind picked up a corner of a newspaper in front of the door, "Cui Ze won the Ching Kui Cup for the sixth dan, creating another glory in the history of Korean Go." In the middle, there is no expression, and there are several reporters' microphones in the photo.

Aze's father took the newspaper and read it carefully, especially a certain section. He read it no less than three times. There was an indistinct smile on his face, but a slow pride in his eyes.

Although I already know the result, I still feel emotional when I hear the news from the newspaper.But all the joy was carefully hidden by this father under the dull appearance.

A pair of scissors appeared on top of the newspaper, and next to it was a plain clipping book.

Although this clip looks inconspicuous, but when you open it, you will see Aze from childhood to adulthood, and all the brilliance he has achieved.What is contained here, besides the edited newspapers, is the heavy love of my father.

Obviously caring so much, but pretending not to care, he is also a hard-spoken and soft-hearted father.

There was a sound of paper cutting, and half of the newspaper was permanently left in the booklet.No one has seen this booklet except Aze's father, and they don't know where it is hidden.Similar father and son, powerful means of hiding things, is it on the bookshelf?

Nobody knows.

**

"Uncle, have you made breakfast?" Mingzhen went downstairs.

"Oh, I've done it, I'll serve it for you." Aze's father replied.

"No need, I'll do it myself." Mingzhen was a little embarrassed. In fact, she wanted to get up early to make breakfast so that Aze's father wouldn't have to work so hard, but Aze wasn't around, so she didn't have the motivation to get up at all.

After breakfast, Mingzhen obediently picked up her schoolbag and went to school without seeing the newspaper that had been processed.When she heard at school that Cui Ze's sixth dan had won again, she knew that the newspaper had been waiting.

But where have the newspapers gone?

A certain newspaper lay weeping quietly in the trash can.

Rewind time to the night before.

"Uncle, Ah Ze is calling, so don't call me." Ming Zhen stood in front of the phone with a face full of resentment after taking a shower.

"Ah, I forgot." A certain father replied naturally.

forget?forget?

Mingzhen secretly got annoyed for a while, then obediently went back to the room, and then fell into deep self-loathing, for a long, long time.

"Father Ah Ze, you didn't tell me..." Ming Zhen smiled, feeling powerless for a while.

When everyone was cheering, happy, and talking about Aze's victory, the person concerned locked himself in the room and lay exhausted on the big bed in the hotel, neither eating nor drinking, and unable to sleep.

Even though I've won, I still can't sleep, I'm so tired.

If Mingzhen sees Aze like this, she must die of heartache.

Lie prone on the bed, face buried in the quilt, tired face, eyes squinted, unable to open them, if it was someone else, it would probably be a salted fish.If it's Aze, he's probably a salted fish, because he looks so lifeless, as if he only has a shell.

With him like this, his mood should not have any ups and downs, but there was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Brother?" The voice was a little hesitant and cautious, "Didn't disturb you?"

"Hmm..." full of exhaustion.

"I thought about it for a long time before I called my brother. I didn't receive my call in the evening. Do you know what my uncle said to me? He said he forgot. Oh, really, how could I forget..." Mingzhen said The soft voice complained about Datong, "So, in the end, I couldn't help but call my brother."

"Hmm~" Aze felt that such a younger sister was a bit cute, and the tense spirit was not so painful.

"Brother, I heard you won. That's awesome!" Ming Zhen's voice was a little excited, "Brother has been away for a long time this time, it's been half a month, when will you come back?"

The anticipation in the voice was heard by Aze, and Aze laughed lightly, "Happy, Wuli Mingzhen, my brother will go back the day after tomorrow, and my brother will bring you a gift."

"Really? Happy~" The little girl was as happy as receiving a gift. She didn't know whether Shi came back for him or for that gift.

"Ah, after chatting with me for so long, my brother must be very tired, right? How about I sing a song for my brother?" Ming Zhen didn't wait for A Ze's answer, and sang leisurely, it was still a soothing tune, like the breeze coming slowly .

Aze listened carefully, and fell asleep without knowing it, he was too tired.

"Brother, does it sound good? Brother?" After a long time, Mingzhen confirmed that the phone was still on the phone, but there was no voice on the other side, probably because she was asleep.In this way, Mingzhen sighed distressedly, put her mood in order, and hung up the phone.

**

Aze remembered the phone call not long ago, "If my brother can't fall asleep, just play back the song I sang to my brother in my head... Will I overuse my brain? Ah, it's so annoying, why don't you have a smartphone? .”

Although he didn't understand what a smartphone was, Ze thought it was Mingzhen's bold imagination, but he still felt warm for his sister's kindness.

From my younger sister, I thought of the father that my sister said, the different father, and I thought of Deshan, Sunwoo, Zhenghuan, Donglong in the alley...

Thinking of many people, Aze got up and drank some water, then lay down quietly and fell asleep.

He is indeed a genius, but he is not like other geniuses.

Many geniuses, because of their extraordinary intelligence, are always incompatible with others and are not understood. At the same time, they feel the extraordinary pressure placed on them by others. Because you are a genius, you cannot lose.

They are lonely, but he has many people with him, someone who understands him, he is not alone.

This is the luck of Go genius Aze—he is not a lonely genius.