The little boy who used to follow me when I was a child has grown up

When he was eight, he was two. He really couldn't leave me for a minute. I remember that one day I was alone at home with him, and he nagged me that I wanted to eat the little stupid cow (snacks as a child, but now I don't have them), but the weather was too cold for children to go out, so I discussed with him whether he could stay at home alone, and I'll be right back. Finally I surrounded him with a blanket and made a simple "tent" with a quilt. Finally, I reached an agreement that I must stay quietly and I will be right back. But there were too many people shopping that day and it took a long time. When he got home, he sobbed in a low voice in the collapsed tent and cried his little face out. At night, I got into bed, turned off the light, dodged him, flashed a flashlight quietly, made various hand shadows, told ghost stories, and finally began to cry again until I explained all kinds of "ghosts" on the wall.

12 years old, he is 6 years old, and finally he doesn't have to wait for me at home after school, because we go to school together, but the preschool class is one hour earlier than the sixth grade. So, basically every day he waits for me at the school gate, and then we go home together. In fact, the school is only five minutes away from my home.

The most impressive one also happened in winter.

After ringing the school bell, I ran to the school gate with my schoolbag on my back. Yes, I always go first in our class, because others will finish their homework in the classroom and then go back. There is no need to carry a backpack.

Seeing him walk out of the school gate, I couldn't bear to look directly at the beige down jacket, so I drew a long line with several feathers sticking out. I suddenly panicked and was bullied. That won't do.

When he saw me, it seemed that he couldn't help it anymore. My heart is broken by crying. It's already cold, and he's still crying and his face is red.

I took off my cotton-padded jacket and put it on him, then asked him to carry his schoolbag. I carried him again and went home.

Go up behind him and ask him why he is crying. It was cold, but I walked in a sweat. In fact, it is normal for children to fight, and it is boring to seriously investigate who is right and who is wrong. But at that time, I just felt that my brother had been wronged and went to the door without saying anything. As a result, my parents knew that I was punished, and that heartless little guy seemed to forget the reason why I was punished and gloated on the side.

I went to Beijing for an interview a few days ago, and he was also in Beijing, so I went to see him, ostensibly to visit my brother, but actually to have dinner. Yes, my treat.

The child is taller than me. He won't leave me. When ordering, I take care of my taste and talk about my life happily, while I look at him silently and tell a joke occasionally.

Time together is always cherished and short. After dinner, I have to go. Walking out of the restaurant, I found it was snowing outside. He frowned and said, You will catch cold if you wear so little. Do you want to wear my clothes? Then he said in a vicious tone, it's just what you get for always wearing skirts for me when I was a child. Say that finish but smiled again.

The matter about clothes finally went away. He gave me a gas truck, opened the door and said a few words to me, as if I was younger than him and needed his care. I said goodbye to him and the car drove away. I looked back and saw him write down the license plate number.

It turns out that the child has grown up and can take care of others.

On March 7th, 20 17 k42 train.