Unrelated brothers.

I am glad that when I was a freshman, I took the courage to tell him that I wanted to recognize him as my brother. He said with a serious and playful expression, OK, I'll wait for your instructions. I let out a cry shyly: Brother ~

I didn't know him very well at that time, and I didn't even seem to have talked to him much. Why do you want to recognize him as your brother? Because the first time I saw him, I thought of my father. It doesn't look like it either, just thinking of dad. When I got home, I showed my sister a photo of our class during military training. Sister took a look and said to me: Sister, sister, you look like my father! What a girl! Have the same eyes as me. I always thought he was kind after that. He is one of the best students in the class. He is extremely good at asking questions and dares to argue. He feels that he is a person who only knows how to study and doesn't know how to feel. I have never talked to him, because I dare not break into the world of Xueba! Ha ha. Later, my partner called him over to have a debate on a topic. They made a bet on the answer to this question. If my partner lost, he would be called brother. Finally, she really lost. After that, my partner told him that I would recognize him as my brother as agreed. I blushed. Fortunately, he didn't refuse O (∩ _ ∩) O. In this way, he had two sisters, me and my other half.

After that, nothing happened between me and him My partner is also a principal. They often quarrel about their studies, and neither of them will let anyone. And I'm just an ordinary student without initiative, and I can't get into their argument at all. The brother-sister relationship between the three of us can be said as if nothing had happened. One day, he asked a girl in the day shift to buy a present for both of us outside. He gave the girl a choice. As a result, when she sent the gift to us, we were speechless. Knowing this, he was speechless.

Later, my memory was vague and I forgot why my other half suddenly lost his brother-sister relationship with him. Maybe it's because my other half has a bad temper and always quarrels with him or something. Then, I forgot how I got closer to him as a brother and sister.

At that time, I was a quiet girl, often taciturn and thought a lot. And I don't like to show off, even feel inferior. There is always no motivation to study, and the results are not particularly excellent. In short, she is a humble girl. Speaking of how we approached, I should ask him questions or send notes to each other or something. . Really forgot. I remember that the first note he wrote to me was sent to me with a bigger post-it note. It is full of inspiring words, sentences and English proverbs. Not much to say, but it gave me great confidence and motivation. Every day after that, I will take it out and have a look. Every time I look at it, my heart will surge and my blood will boil. Enthusiasm for learning is like eating glutinous rice.

He is really positive energy to me. Many times after that, he wrote me some words on post-it notes. I take him as an example, watching from a distance and studying silently.

Passing notes later seems to have evolved into writing letters. Knowing that I don't like talking to people very much, he wrote down what he wanted to say on paper. I am really a person who is not good at words, but I am good at using words, because I have enough reaction and time to think and write what I want to say on paper. He is also very concerned about my study and often lends me his notes. When I saw his notes, I just admired them. His ideas and methods of solving problems have little to do with me, hehe.

Few people in the class know that we are brother and sister. If everyone knows, those female compatriots don't have to envy to death! Ah, haha. Let's keep a low profile.

Senior one passed quickly. When I was a sophomore, I always heard rumors of placement. At that time, students were deeply attached, and no one wanted to meet new people in different classes. We have long regarded everyone as brothers and sisters, and we really don't want to be apart. I want to cry when I think about it It took about a month or two, and finally I was divided into classes. I was assigned to Class 3 1 and he went to Class 34. Fortunately, he is still on the same floor. I think as long as the classroom is not too far away, the heart will not be too far away.

We still exchange letters occasionally, but generally we don't give them to each other personally, but deliver them by a third party. But the relationship is not broken, and I have enjoyed it. Once he called me out directly and gave me a book. God, this is my favorite Japanese book. It is too thick. He said he was a freshman, and after listening to me, he liked Japanese, so he went to Xinhua Bookstore and picked out a Japanese book. Back to the classroom, I saw a note written inside, saying that although I forgot the specific date of my birthday, it was almost here. He also said that the Japanese book I saw in the bookstore was too naive and chose a word book for me! I hadn't learned Japanese at that time, and I didn't even know the five-tone map. How can I understand this word book-_-|| But because of this book, I began to learn five-tone pictures, which is the beginning of my study of Japanese.

We were in constant contact for some time. For some personal reasons, he set up a study group. Every day after school at noon, six or seven people gather in their class and sit around his desk. He told us English, and I began to learn English, which I had never heard in English class. Unfortunately, this group was established for a while, and then it gradually disappeared. For a time, I went to his classroom every night to find him. At first, he gave me lectures, and then he told me stories from books he had read. Later, he became a chatterbox. I don't know how long it lasted, so I stopped looking for him.

When we were in high school, we didn't have a mobile phone, so we called in various ways when we went home on holiday. About two hours at a time. I remember once I stopped all the cards. It's crazy to think about it now. The content of the conversation is mostly about ideas, which is a very high level, haha. And that is to say, something happened to my classmates. Although there will be a few seconds of silence, no one wants to hang up. This is a waste of phone bills. My mother said that the mobile company blew you up.

Later, my father gave me his mobile phone card, and I found an uncle's broken mobile phone to put it in. He also has his own mobile phone number. Then, all the short messages stored in the mobile phone are sent and received by him. Um ...

I still remember that he said on the phone that if I had a boyfriend, he would end the brother-sister relationship with me. The reason is that my boyfriend won't like me having a brother who is not related by blood. Similarly, if he has a girlfriend, he will cancel his brother-sister relationship with me. But you can still communicate as good friends, just not in the name of brother and sister. At this point, he sighed: Why didn't we jump out of the same uterus? Yes, if they are brothers and sisters, they don't have to care about these.

I spent a dark day in my senior year. But with his encouragement and lessons, I survived. It's graduation season in a blink of an eye. He said he had a present for me, but now there is nothing. Actually, I have something to show him, but I haven't shown it to him yet. What I want to show him is all the notes and letters he gave me from the first time to the last. I basically put them together in order. Not a single one was lost.

After the score comes out, you will volunteer. He is a book, and he was reported to Qingdao University of Science and Technology in Sifang Campus. My score is only enough for two books, and these good universities in Qingdao are far behind me. Later, under the guidance of experts, I said that I still had hope to apply to some universities in Qingdao. Results The first choice was youth science, and the second choice was young farmers. Later, he was admitted by Qing farmers. Fortunately, Qingdao is a good place.

On New Year's Day, we have finished the final exam and are ready to go home. We made an appointment to meet. I went to his school, and he had trouble coming to mine, so I chose Licun as the meeting place. Talked all day. On the Mid-Autumn Festival of my sophomore year, an old classmate who went to school in Yantai came to Qingdao to visit us. Some of our old friends who went to school in Qingdao got together. We went to the World Expo first, went to Qingke in the evening, and went to KTV in Licang District in the middle of the night to sing and sleep for one night. In the morning, we bid farewell to our old friends in Yantai, and then our old friends in Qingdao also bid farewell to their school. During my two years in college, I met him four times, twice in Qingdao and twice in my hometown.

Our university seldom contacts with each other, and he doesn't often use chat software. I always feel that he has been studying and never calls him. Occasionally, once or twice, when the exam is about to take place, I am very upset. When I can't learn, I take the initiative to chat with him, hoping to get some positive energy from him. In this case, even if I don't review well, I won't be too pessimistic When chatting, I didn't feel that I had changed since high school. He said I had become glib. Maybe it's true. In high school, I did everything he said, and I hardly made any comments or suggestions. Now when we chat, I also express my opinions, and I often say some wisecracks, which may make him think that I have changed.

Looking back at our contacts and comparing his contacts with other people, it seems that he is rude when talking to others and does all kinds of harm to others, whether boys or girls, which also shows that his relationship with others is very iron. But he never said anything that hurt me, and he was very careful. Maybe he knows my personality. Although I don't say it, I think a lot and get hurt easily. He is very gentle to me, and he won't talk to me loudly when he is strict. Such a hard-hearted man also has a gentle side, and I am honored that he gave me this gentle feeling.

One day, on a whim, I wrote a sentence on his message board: if only you were here. Although it is a whim, it is also a heartfelt feeling. It took him a while to reply to me: What's the matter? I still read a trace of tenderness and concern from his tone, which was enough to make me forget my troubles and cheer up again. It is really gratifying to see that his reply to other people's news is usually all kinds of coldness and injury.

If this is really a world with past lives and afterlife, I believe we knew each other in past lives. I hope we can jump out of a womb in the next life and let him love me as a brother.

2065438+May 24, 2005