My cousin and I

When I was a child, I especially liked to ask other people's birthdays. There are only three children named Xu in my father's relatives, me, a cousin and a cousin. I always know the birthdays of the three of us by heart. I was born on May 8, Taurus. My younger brother was born on June 18th, Pisces; My sister was born on May 1th, Taurus. When I was a child, I felt that all three of us were born on even days, my sister and I were both born in May, and my brother and I both had an 8 on their birthdays. Plus, we are both two years older than the next one, my older brother is two years old and my younger brother is two years old. When I discovered this secret when I was a child, I thought, Wow, they are really relatives, and there are * * * similarities. Then every year, when the birthday is approaching, I think that there are still a few days for myself, a few days for my sister and a few days for my brother. Then, we will figure out what gifts to buy for our brothers and sisters, and the gifts of the three of us should also be related, so that we can be considered relatives.

Later, when I grew up, I went to junior high school and senior high school in the city, and my younger brothers and sisters also went to primary school and junior high school respectively. We were getting farther and farther away, and the time of meeting each other was getting less and less. Everyone began to have their own life and friends, and they were no longer accompanied by their younger brothers and sisters as when they were children. Then I didn't remember my brothers and sisters' birthdays at first, but I just remembered that it was probably not too far from mine, and it should be just these days. Then I saw the birthday cake they sent in QQ space or friends circle, and I remembered to call and say hello. My sister also asked them what birthday gift they wanted and took it back to them when they got home.

My younger brother is a child of my aunt's (father's brother's wife). I remember when I was a child, my aunt and Da Die took him to our house to play. Because there was a big lake next to my house, two men made an appointment to go fishing, so my aunt brought my younger brother along. At that time, we were all young and selfish. My younger brother is spoiled by her mother, who wants to give priority to food and clothes. As a child raised by parents, I don't like it. It happened that his mother wanted him to play with me more, and thought that I loved reading fairy tales, which might influence him subtly. So, two people, just like this, you don't want me to stay together. It was fine at first, but then I don't know what joke God played to make us urinate at the same time. The bathroom in my house is squat, with a small area, which can only accommodate one person. Both of them rushed to the bathroom, and their competitiveness was driving the two children to win. Perhaps because I was two years older, I rushed in front of my brother, took off my pants and began to pee. It's too late for my brother to arrive, calling for me to get out of the way. When I was a child, I was so proud that I couldn't think of my brother taking off his pants and urinating at me without saying anything, so that I saw the most shy little things of boys before I understood the physiological differences between men and women. The moment my brother peed on my arm, my crying voice reached the ears of adults watching TV in the living room. I saw my aunt rush up to stop him, and he burst into tears after cursing two sentences. So it became two children competing with each other who cried worse and louder. I just thought at that time, you bullied me. What is your crying?

Two days later, my younger brother's family left. I remember that the night before we left, Da Die and his father came back with a big bucket of fish, and each one was bigger than the other. My younger brother and I squatted on the ground side by side and looked at it with our eyes wide open. What happened before has long been forgotten. I haven't mentioned it since I grew up. I don't know if my brother remembers it. I'm afraid he will be ashamed to admit it if he does.

When I was in high school, he was just promoted to junior high school. My aunt looked at my senior high school entrance examination results and decisively sent him to my junior high school. Although there is a nearby middle school just below his house, he has to get up one hour earlier every day and ride his bike across half of the city to go to school, whether it's sunny in Wan Li or freezing in the cold. Later, my aunt often asked me to live in his house, and asked me to tell my brother more about my homework and wake up his serious brain.

My younger brother is always addicted to games, which gives the aunt a headache. However, accustomed to being spoiled, she was reluctant to completely cut off her brother's internet, and still bought him a fully functional mobile phone. She was afraid that he would take charge of the Internet cafe again, so she installed a computer at home. I am afraid that my brother is addicted to games. I put the network cable in my bag every day when I go to work, and then connect it when I go home. In this way, when the parents are not at home, the younger brother still goes to the Internet cafe with his partner. Aunt always said that she had broken her heart and asked me to help teach her brother a lesson, hoping that he would turn over a new leaf.

It suddenly occurred to me that when I was in junior high school, I was still the same as him. Go to the Internet cafe after school at noon every day. Drive for an hour and a half and fight hard for the dance troupe. Sometimes I just buy a few dollars at the school gate, and sometimes I don't even eat. Internet cafes at noon every day become the normal state of life in grade one. I just stayed at my aunt's house at that time. They were not at home at noon every day and asked me to take care of myself. I only went back after school at night. So at that time, even if I went to the Internet cafe many times, no one cared about me, and no one was so anxious. Every time my aunt tells me how disobedient my brother is, I always say that this is his adolescence. Sometimes it's useless to say more, and one day he will understand himself. Just like me, my parents never said much, and they lived in decadence every day. Suddenly, they woke up and felt that they should study hard, take the senior high school entrance examination seriously, and then be admitted to the ideal school. I will have an epiphany at some time, I thought.

My brother's head teacher in junior high school is a teacher who has a little intersection with me. Speaking of intersection, in my opinion, it is better to say "grievances." At the beginning of the first day of junior high school, my parents were not around. At that time, my psychology was generally rebellious and immature. I just wanted to dress myself up cooler and more fashionable, just like those school sisters who followed my eldest brother in my mind. So I played five ear holes first, and it hurt badly. I bought an earring with two pierced ears in series with a thin chain. It is black, conspicuous and cool. I feel like Runi Mara in The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, and my heart is beautiful. It happened that the teacher was the invigilator when she wore earrings to the evening self-study. She has always been famous for being strict with her students, and sometimes even changed the pattern of corporal punishment, and many naughty students were defeated by her hands. Of course, the earrings did not escape her eyes. In front of all my classmates, let me take them off and throw them out of the dark window without leaving a trace of mercy. Young and ignorant, I also scolded the teacher in the school post bar, and I wanted to make a detour every time I met. Of course, that was the first day. It was childish and ridiculous.

Later, I didn't meet this teacher, neither taught me nor even met him at school. When my brother entered school, I just got into the best high school in the city with the first place in the whole school. Therefore, during my brother's three years in junior high school, the teacher always said intentionally or unintentionally, "You should learn more from your sister." "Go back and let your sister teach you more." "I used to know your sister, too. She was excellent. You should cheer up" ... so that she lived in my shadow for three years. I don't think that teacher can remember me who was the first in the senior high school entrance examination, that is, the person who punched five ears and chewed gum and typed and scolded her at the edge of the Internet cafe. They always selectively forget the mistakes you have made, especially when you can add light to their faces. Those mistakes that can be classified as young and ignorant seem to have never happened. Use your current Excellence to teach those who are still young, "You must do this, you see, how excellent he is."

rebellion in junior high school has always been my secret, and I didn't tell my brother or anyone. I don't know if my brother would live a little easier if I told him, but I chose to maintain my image as a good student as always.

He failed in the college entrance examination again. He sent me a message and said, "Sister, I am not reconciled." On the other hand, my aunt Da Die also called me many times and asked me to help me find a good school. Let me persuade him again, it's also a good idea to go to a not-so-good university. This is the only time I didn't follow the advice of my elders. I said to my brother in my voice: I respect your choice. If you want to repeat your studies for one year, you will be under greater pressure. You should think well. If you repeat it, you must do your best. In the end, he repeated it. Perhaps it is because I have told him countless times that I want to come to a big city to broaden my horizons that you know how narrow people living in that small city are. Perhaps because I saw Yao Ming send him photos at school, he yearned for this unknown world a little more. Maybe it's just because he has a sister whose grades are good in Beijing. His parents always say that it would be nice if you went to Shanghai in the future, so there will be one in the south and one in the north of our family. He once told me that he wanted to fly a plane. If he couldn't fly a plane, he could fix it. I also want to tell him that it really doesn't matter whether the university is good or not, as long as I have the heart to do anything. I really want to say that in fact, some very powerful people can make money by playing games, and many people who develop games make a lot of money. You can do this if you like games so much. When I said these words to my aunt, she said, "Don't say them in front of him. He is bent on preparing for the college entrance examination now. Just talk to him more about the college entrance examination and teach him how to learn." I can only promise repeatedly.

I remember that on the day when I just learned the results of the college entrance examination, he ran out by himself, didn't answer his parents' phone calls, and didn't go back very late. My aunt called me in Beijing and asked me to help find him. When I called him, he said he was in an Internet cafe, but my first impression was that he was really ignorant and didn't forget to go to the Internet cafe even after he got this test. But who knows how sad he must have been at that time, a mother who wanted her children to succeed, a sister who was always praised as an example, and herself who was always abrasive.

when I was a senior, he was still in senior three. I ate with him at my aunt's house, and we talked less and less with him. That day, I complained that I had a bad stomach and constipation in Beijing for two years. My family said that I wanted to find the best and most popular Chinese medicine in the city, and I kept nagging that I couldn't make an appointment because I came back too soon. My brother ate a few mouthfuls of rice and left. Less than half an hour later, my aunt called and said that my brother had told her to make an appointment for me and I could go to see a doctor early the next morning. Suddenly moved, but this elder sister owes him too much.

When he lived on campus in senior three, his aunt, uncle, aunt Da Die and my father took us to have breakfast. After a big bowl of mutton rice noodles, everyone was full of wine and gossip. Only my brother said that he was not enough to buy a big cage of pot stickers and eat them all. The whole table was joking: "Oh, not before, how can I eat it now?" "You are going to eat long rice again (eat much when you grow up, which is called long rice). It's so high, it's still long. " My younger brother completely ignored his head and buried himself in eating. Suddenly, he felt that if it had been so good, he would have walked in the direction he liked, regardless of other people's eyes and the rules set by the world.

I think, when he is admitted to the university, I will definitely tell him: You don't have to be the same as your classmates in the university, you don't have to cater to the teacher's requirements, just find what you like best and be yourself.