Not long ago, mobile phone Tencent. Com-Emotion- There was a very touching story about the love between brother and sister. What's the title?

I have been afraid of my father since my mother died. He often drinks, then gets drunk and beats my sister to death. I'm afraid he will fight with me. In my eyes, my father is like a dry powder keg. I never know when he will explode. Once he explodes, it will be the end of my world.

But he seems to have spilled all the smell of gunpowder on his sister. He never hits me. Once, he gave me money to buy cigarettes. On the way, I met a refrigerator seller. I was greedy and bought one, but I didn't have enough money to buy cigarettes. I didn't know how to do my work, so I hid outside for a day and climbed the wall at midnight to go home. My father is waiting for me in the living room. I thought I was going to be beaten, but instead of hitting me, he gave me a hot meal. He asked what happened and then smiled. He said, if I want ice cream, tell him how much I want.

I am not only ungrateful for his tolerance, but even more afraid. Just like watching a Japanese devil say "eat sugar, son" to a China child in a movie, the tolerance of a Japanese devil is often more terrible than his cruelty.

My sister is three years older than me. She doesn't go to school, but she works all day. She has come to pick me up every day since I went to school. I am very grateful to her. There is a small bridge on the way to school. When it rains, children under the third grade have to wait for their parents to pick them up for fear of being washed into the river. Only I can ride home on my sister's back the first time after school.

Later, the situation changed. After I had a fight with Xiao Qiang, he spread rumors everywhere, saying that my sister was an illegitimate child, not my father's daughter, but my mother was born with someone else. Every time my sister comes to pick me up, a group of people boo. I often fight with them, and my sister pulls me for fear that I will be beaten. I said to Xiao Qiang, "Sooner or later, I will stab you! You wait! "

They always say that, so I naturally have questions. Father naturally didn't dare to ask, and my sister didn't answer me directly. She said to tell me when I grew up.

The horror of childhood is indescribable. Often in the dark night, my father locked me in the bedroom, and then my sister's whining, throwing things and being hit by my body came from the living room. Worst of all, my father roared like thunder. Every time my father's decibel and frequency increase, my sister's whine will be hysterical, and all kinds of things will make a sound of destruction, as if to kill people. Even the atmosphere can't get out.

I have always been on my sister's side, because my sister is really meticulous to me, and she is so beautiful. She always makes me lose my temper and loves me like my own heart. Every time I was beaten by my father, she always asked me if I was hungry with red eyes, and then rubbed my wound and sobbed while cooking my favorite fried eggs. Dad always snores after hitting people.

Every time my sister cooks an egg, I always let her have the first bite. That's the only thing I can do, that is, give her a little reward for what she has done for me.

Every night when I do my homework, my sister always makes my bed, brings me water, or shakes my cattail fan. When my homework was almost finished, she brought me foot washing water. It can be said that I don't have to do anything except my homework.

Later, I went to junior high school and gradually understood the whole story.

It turns out that my mother eloped with someone else halfway, and when she came back, she had my sister, and then she had me. My sister and I are half brothers. Dad often hit his mother at first, but when her mother died, he took it out on his sister. Although my sister's identity is not very glorious, I don't think my sister has done anything bad. She's fine. It's wrong for her father to hit her.

Because of my size, I dare to talk back to my father and help my sister get justice. But when I am not at home, my sister's fate still cannot be changed. Once I saw my sister frying eggs for me, and the blood on my left arm kept flowing. I cried, and I said, "Now I can't beat him. Do you dare to hit you when I grow up? " My sister cried. She hugged my head and said, "Don't blame our dad, silly boy."

At that time, our TVs were all black and white. My deskmate often plays small video games in class. I was greedy and stole it for him. He knew I stole it, so he brought his father to see me. When dad was not at home, my sister went forward to argue with them. I'm scared in the bedroom.

My sister said, "My brother would never steal from you. There are no thieves in our house! "

I sneaked a look out of the window, and there were already many people watching around. My sister is pointed at by everyone, and her thin back looks very poor.

My deskmate said, "Your brother is a thief! Your whole family are thieves! "

My sister was angered and rushed to wrestle with my deskmate, and all the onlookers laughed.

I took out the game machine from under my pillow, pushed open the door and threw it on the ground: "Isn't it just a game machine?"

Lao tze not rare! "

My sister looked at the broken game machine with wide eyes, then turned her head and slowly knelt in front of her deskmate's father to apologize to him.

The deskmate shouted loudly, "You said there was a thief in your house, but you still don't admit it!" His father gave him a push and said, "Forget it, just pay it back."

After returning home, my sister hit me with a broom, which was the first time she hit me. She cried when I hit her. I didn't answer back, but secretly told myself that I would never steal anything again.

A few days later, my sister magically bought me a small game machine. She bought it with her own money. She told me that if I needed anything, I would ask my sister, but I couldn't ask anyone else.

It was known by my father. Although the game machine was only a few tens of dollars, he still complained about his sister's failure and beat her up again. I was at school, and when I came back, I heard that I wanted to get even with my father, but my sister persuaded me. Later, I have been collecting video games. Even if I have a computer in the future, I will play Tetris in the dead of night.

I witnessed a great event when 14 years old. I was about to go to bed when my sister took a bath. I heard my sister shouting no in the bathroom, so I got up and looked under the bathroom door.

What I saw surprised me, but I couldn't refuse. I saw my father and sister naked, and my sister has been struggling. Maybe I should quit the door to stop it, but another idea made me stay as an audience. I want to see what happened between men and women.

I will never forget that night when my cheeks were flushed and I was short of breath. I stood up straight to see how my sister was raped by my father.

I stayed up that night. Shame and excitement, anger and numbness, all kinds of complicated emotions filled my brain. At that time, I had an idea about several girls in my class, but I didn't know what it was. After that night, my desire became clear.

There is a lot of homework in junior high school, so my sister will accompany me later. After my father fell asleep, I had an idea about my sister's health. My legs are cunning together, and I'm embarrassed. My heart is beating harder than that night, because I have a hunch that my sister will give it to me if I want it.

Of course my sister will notice my embarrassment. She asked me what was wrong, but I couldn't say it for a long time. I dare not look at her. I'm ashamed of my thoughts. When my sister approached me and wanted to ask me what was going on, I got up the courage to catch her XX. She was taken aback. I sat nervously in my chair and stared at her expression. As long as she is angry or refuses, I will definitely escape to bed and sleep, and I will never think about it again in my life. However, her expression gradually became calm from surprise. In the light, her face is as holy as a goddess carved in the park. I immediately let go, slowly lowered my head and slowly let go.

When the back of my hand was hot, I looked up and my sister bit her lip and put her hand on her. Her heart is beating badly. It was my turn to be surprised, but my sister's behavior really gave me courage, and I didn't care about anything.

That night has always been regarded by me as the happiest night of my life. I seem to be lying in a warm cotton pile, and the warm sunshine shines on me, which is very comfortable.

"Sister, will you be like this with me forever?" I asked.

"Sister said, if you want something, ask your sister, not others." Sister said.

"Sister, I want to marry you." I said excitedly.

"Silly boy, we can't be husband and wife. I am your sister. " Sister said.

"I don't care! A wife should be a man's favorite woman. Sister, I like you best, so I must let you be my wife. " I said.

"Are you telling the truth?" My sister asked.

"Really, we can move to a place where no one knows us, so no one cares if we are brothers and sisters. Sister, actually, I can see that you like me? " All the words I said that night were also the most comfortable and enjoyable since I could speak.

The happiest words in life are often words that pour out shyness and even guilt without reservation.

Since then, life has changed, and I feel very well. As long as I say "Sister, I want it", I can get men's happiness from my sister.

Dad doesn't beat his sister like before. With the increase of my height and appetite, my status at home has also risen rapidly, and my father even wants to discuss something with me. I told him not to hit my sister, or I would never come back to this house again. I can easily find all the fun of being a man. My sister used to protect me, but today it's finally my turn to protect my sister. No, my wife.

How time flies! I want to go to a high school which is more than 30 kilometers away from my home.

My sister asked me, "Do you treat me like a sister or a wife now?"

This question makes me very embarrassed. In fact, I regret what I have done. Under no circumstances is incest allowed. However, if I leave my sister alone, I am simply an animal.

So I replied, "Be a sister and a wife."

My sister bowed her head and said, "Over the years, I have spent little time with you, and even less in the future." Sister is afraid. "

I took her hand and kissed her gently, saying, "I was raised by my sister, and my sister will always be my most important person." I will always remember my principle: if you want something, ask your sister, not others. "

My sister buried her head in my chest and cried my chest wet. Suddenly feel sorry for my sister. Although no one has hit her, it is beyond her control to take care of her eldest brother. She can hardly decide anything except to lift her father's limbs when wiping his body. This lifestyle is terrible.

Finally, I came to Beijing in my dream. From the excitement of big cities at first, to the habit of saying that Beijing is broken at last, our horizons are getting wider and wider.

My sister can't read much, so I can't communicate with her at all, let alone chat online. When I feel homesick, I can only play the little game machine she gave me.

Some things have been suppressed for a long time, so we must find a way to release them. When I was in junior high school, I often wrote love poems to my sister, so I joined a literary club and casually said a few words to those who were full of romance.

I met a very beautiful girl in the literature club, which is different from my sister's beauty. If the beauty of my sister is due to the wisdom of God, then the beauty of that girl is due to the wisdom of human beings-she always dresses herself up like a work of art with decent clothes and faint rouge.

Her name is wheatgrass, and her attraction to me comes from her eyes and wisdom. Her English is very good. I always feel relaxed and happy in front of her. I feel like falling into a honey pot. I can forget everything and ignore everything.

She likes poetry very much, which is why I, a poor boy, can overwhelm her numerous suitors and get closest to her. She said that my poems have a naked sense of reality, which makes people cry when they are carefully tasted, just like blood oozing from a wound.

Some things are unstoppable when they come. I fell in love with her.

In fact, my mind is still clear. I know that my sister and I have degenerated into family ties. I know that the confrontation between these two women is inevitable. In order to protect my sister, I have been telling wheatgrass the story of how my sister protected me when I was a child, but there are many things I can't tell.

I told her that my sister is the most wronged person in the world, and she has paid the most for me. Even if my sister scolds me in public, I am willing to kill me. As a girlfriend, I must respect, tolerate and even accommodate my sister. And wheatgrass is my favorite person. Besides understanding my sister with me, I can listen to her.

I know that my sister's hostility to her is inevitable in the future. I think my decision is correct. I don't love my sister because of the distance. Maybe distance does play a role. The most fundamental thing is that I can't be incestuous again. It's because I have grown up and can't love my sister anymore. I hope my sister can understand me.

Finally, in my junior year, I brought wheatgrass home.

Although poverty makes me feel inferior, the cleanliness of my home makes me feel bright. My sister's hand is like an angel. Even if the soil passes through her hand, it will have vitality and become beautiful and wonderful.

I didn't dare to tell my sister before wheatgrass came to my house, but I hinted. The hints that my sisters may not understand are my savior and shield, and will not make my conscience too uneasy.

After I introduced the identity of wheatgrass to my sister, my sister's face turned white at once, dropped what she was holding and went out, leaving me and wheatgrass embarrassed.

After a long hesitation, I chased her out to call her. She said she wanted to cut some meat without looking back. I quickly said that I cut it for you, but she still didn't look back.

At dinner, my sister gave me the cooked braised pork piece by piece. I quickly picked up a piece and put it in her bowl, and then gave it to Ren Fangfei.

When my sister saw this, she stopped in the air with chopsticks in her hand and stared at me with white eyes. Suddenly, she put down her chopsticks, kicked the stool back and walked out of the kitchen.

The plates on the table trembled for a long time. Wheatgrass and I looked at each other.

I hesitated for a long time before explaining. Ren Fangfei pursed her lips and said, "I don't believe it! I can't even get past your sister! Don't think that I have been spoiled since I was a child, and I am unambiguous in doing things. I won't go home without your sister's consent!

The next day, my sister cooked, and wheatgrass needed help. Sister stopped her and said, "Get up and let me do it. You don't know my brother's taste. " When I said these words, my sister kept staring at the pots and pans, without looking at wheatgrass or me.

Ren wheatgrass looked around and grabbed a broom to sweep the floor. Sister went over and grabbed her broom and said, "You and my brother go out for a walk! Now sweeping the floor, the dust has fallen into the dish. "

When eating, Ren Fangfei pretended to go to the toilet, but in fact she slipped into the kitchen to wash the pot.

After dinner, my sister came up to us with aluminum pot: "Who brushed the pot? ! How is it not clean at all! "

"I," said Ren Fangfei.

My sister said coldly, "Like my brother, you are clumsy and unfit for work."

Ren Fangfei was embarrassed for a long time. Complain to me at night: "I've never been so angry in my life!" " "

I have to talk to my sister, hoping that her attitude towards wheatgrass will change. But she asked me first: "What can I do for you? I'm busy. Tell me about it. "

The lips moved for a long time and finally swallowed the words.

Wheatgrass took aim at my dad again and volunteered to feed him. But my sister said, "My father is in poor health. What if something happens to you? "

Hearing this, I waved my hand severely to express my dissatisfaction, and my sister went on to say, "What? Am I wrong? "

Chatting at night, my sister always tells Ren Fangfei how I listened to her when I was a child. I'm nervous, afraid that she will expose some mistakes I made.

Finally, one night, wheatgrass was angry with me. She said she was going home. I persuaded her, and then I plan to buy tickets tomorrow.

Late at night, I heard my sister calling "Brother, Brother"

I opened my eyes and wheatgrass woke up.

"Your sister's voice is wrong." She said.

"I heard it, too." I quickly put on my clothes, kicked off my shoes and ran into my sister's room to turn on the light.

My sister is pale and her lips are blue. I almost fainted because she was fine during the day.

She called me one by one, with tears in her eyes and crying stuck in her throat. Wheatgrass followed, and she froze.

"Sister, what's the matter with you?" I called to her eagerly, and wheatgrass called to her.

"Sister, hold on, I'll take you to the hospital!" I cried and said.

"No, don't? No need? " My sister coughed twice. "Give me your wallet?"

I quickly did as she told me.

My sister fumbled for a long time and took out a pillow towel embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks.

"This is, I gave it to you? There is still time. Finish it. " My sister's lips are blue, and it's hard to speak.

"Elder sister, elder sister, let's go to the hospital. Be obedient, sister? " I hardly have the strength to speak.

"Fei, Fei?"

"I'm here, sister." Ren wheatgrass sat on the bed, holding her sister's hand.

"My brother, and you? He is me, growing up. I taught him everything. Don't worry, he is a good man. That's right, that's right. She has a bad temper and is sometimes strong. Help me, whatever? "

"I know, elder sister, I know, elder sister" Ren Fangfei covered her lips with her left hand and burst into tears.

"I raised him, I raised him, I raised him," murmured my sister. "I brought him up?"

I ran towards the hospital with my sister behind my back. My sister's cheek is cold and clings to my ear. I heard her calling my name, and I called my mother vaguely. I called her name and ran across the street where my childhood passed after school and across the bridge that had been renovated. I felt my sister's lips kiss my ear, and then her head fell down and bumped up and down with my pace &;

My sister went.

My sister went.

My teenage wife went.

Walk so suddenly, so quietly.

Years later, I broke up with wheatgrass and my father left me. I wander alone in a new city.

How many people and things are buried in memory, right, wrong, beautiful and ugly, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that those once fresh faces are always by my side, and I won't feel lonely wherever I go.

Some things are doomed from the beginning. However, we have to practice until the blood is broken, and it is impossible to personally verify some roads in the world.

I dreamed of my sister the day before yesterday. She said she was going to be born again, as if she were the daughter of a businessman. I reached for her and woke up without catching her. I think of the road I walked with her and the room I slept in. Those places can only live in my memory. In reality, everything has changed.