wife addiction

We turned out of the house in a rough way and came to a warehouse-like hut. My brother took out a bamboo basket and carried me up the mountain.

"I don't want to carry one too?" I asked, looking at the bamboo basket on his back.

"Haha, Xiaoying, I can't eat so much."

"Then you, can you let go of my hand?" In summer, my palms are sweating, and it's so wet and uncomfortable to be held by him all the time.

"Don't let it go."

I knew it!

By the way, is my brother too capricious?I don't know if my grandparents are used to it.

However, he hasn't been with his parents for more than 20 years. I don't know how he survived. After all, when he was taken away, he was at the age of acting like a baby in his parents' arms. No matter how good his grandparents treated him, they couldn't replace his parents.

However, I heard from my parents that my grandparents seem to be very strict people. I don’t know if it’s true or not. If it’s true, how can I cultivate my brother into such a character?I don't understand.

"Ah! I have it!" My brother suddenly shouted excitedly, let go of my hand, and went to dig the few small mushrooms under the big tree.

I looked at the black mushroom and asked, "Can I eat it?"

"I don't know, dig it back first, I'll know if I can eat Zongjian."

I sighed, completely speechless, if all the mushrooms I dug back were poisonous mushrooms, wouldn't it be a waste of work?

Having said that, if you want to eat mushrooms, go to the street and buy them?Why bother to go up the mountain to dig?

"These mushrooms are pure natural and pollution-free." My brother seemed to see through my thoughts, picked up a small mushroom and threw it into the bamboo basket, "The soup made from the mushrooms on this mountain is delicious, Xiaoying, don't be dazed, hurry up Come here and help pick, or else you won’t be able to pick enough mushrooms to make a dish in one day.”

I looked at the small pile of mushrooms in his bamboo basket, which was enough to make two dishes.

"Don't forget, some mushrooms are not edible, so if you see them picked in bamboo baskets, there are probably only one or two that you can eat."

"Then why don't you pick them first!" I was a little annoyed. Although they are mushrooms, they are still alive. It's shameful to pick them casually and throw them away.

"Ah, Xiaoying, don't be angry, I can't always remember what to eat?" My brother smiled apologetically.

"Then pick it after you know the difference!" I rolled my eyes at him, turned and walked down the mountain.

My brother grabbed me and said, "Hey, Xiaoying, don't leave, the mushrooms haven't been picked yet."

"If you want to eat it, you pick it yourself, but I don't want to eat it, I'm leaving!" I pushed his hand away, how can someone trample on life like this!

"Don't you like Xiaoying? Then let's go up the mountain to pick fruits." My brother poured out all the mushrooms in the basket and threw them all over the ground, then carried the basket on his back and dragged me up the mountain again.

"Wait!" I glanced at the mushrooms on the ground, this guy was really wayward, "You are too wasteful."

Based on my past experience, I picked a few mushrooms from the pile and put them in his basket, and dug the rest of the mushrooms into a pit and buried them.

When they merge with this land, maybe they can nourish a life again.

"Okay, let's go, go pick mushrooms." I stood up and patted the soil on my hands.

"Xiaoying, you are so kind!" My brother suddenly rushed over, hugged me, and started crying.

To, as to?

Isn't it just digging a hole for the mushrooms?

"Sure enough, after so many years, Xiaoying still hasn't changed."

My brother's tears wet my clothes, I don't know what he has to cry about.Moreover, a big man, isn't he too neurotic?

I picked him up from me and wiped the tears on his face: "Okay, let's pick mushrooms, but don't mess around, I probably know what kind of mushrooms are edible, so..."

"Good!" My brother cheered and jumped up like a child.

Based on my poor experience of eating mushrooms in the past, I tried hard to distinguish for a long time, and picked a small basket. My brother was always worried that what I picked were poisonous mushrooms, so he picked more.

but……

I can't laugh or cry.

If I picked poisonous mushrooms, no matter how many I picked, it wouldn't change the property of poisonous mushrooms. This genius can't even make sense of such trivial matters.