Grandma quarreled with her father-in-law 150 words

The first fight in my life happened in kindergarten, when I was in a small class. In kindergarten, Xiao Fang saw a girl in a big class being pushed down by a fat man.

I immediately jumped out of the queue like a beagle, red-eyed, shouting and screaming, and angrily hit the little fat man with my hand, but I felt my hand hurt, and then I cried with a "wow".

The little fat man was shocked and dumbfounded. It was not until I found that he was holding his own hand and chewing it with his mouth that he suddenly pulled away and ran away.

I sat panting in the same place and thought it was cool.

The girl who was knocked down is my sister. She was born on the same day as me, but two years before me.

When I was a child, my sister was very clever. By contrast, I look like a mentally retarded child. For example, when my sister sees something delicious and interesting in the street, she won't ask her parents to buy it directly, but she comes to me and says, "Brother, that thing is very good, but my parents won't buy it for us, so don't let them buy it!"

I heard that a whole young heart was broken. Things are good, but they won't buy us? Then, before I knew what it was, I sat on the ground and cried.

My mother will come over immediately and ask anxiously, "What's the matter?"

"That thing is very good, I want it!"

"What is it?"

So I was cheated and immediately looked at my sister, who showed me a direction with her eyes. I pointed at it, and before long, it would be in my hand, and it was my sister's hand.

My sister said that when she was very young, she saw a younger me lying in a crib, and my mother had been taking care of me. At that time, she hated me very much and thought I had taken her mother away, so when I was a baby, my sister never took care of me or hugged me. She likes to play with me when she is free, and making me cry is also one of her tricks.

Later, when I went to kindergarten, my sister always deliberately stepped forward, so I had to run all the way behind to keep up. One day, my sister turned around and told me not to follow her all the time. I stood there helplessly and said, "Then I don't know who to follow."

Sister said that she suddenly felt that she had a younger brother that day, and she had to take good care of him before she could become a sister.

When I was a child, my parents were very busy. Every day after school in kindergarten, my sister and I always stand at the doorman at the door and wait for our parents to pick us up. Every time I waited for a long time, I felt that my parents might not want us, and I was so sad that I burst into tears.

At this time, my sister will pat me on the head, show me her palm, and say to me, "Sister can do magic, and see that mom and dad are already on their way!" " "

I looked at her with a sniffle, and she immediately looked down at her palm and continued, "They also bought fruit, cakes and many small toys."

I asked her, "Really?"

My sister nodded to me seriously, and I stopped crying.

My sister used this magic to make me wait for my parents to take me home safely every night.

Soon after, a nanny was responsible for picking us up and taking care of us. However, nannies like playing cards and often forget the time. In the evening after a rainstorm, we waited for a long time after school and didn't see the nanny. Seeing that it was getting dark, my sister had to pull me home alone.

When crossing a bridge, the accumulated water after the rainstorm flooded my sister's knees and my thighs before it was drained away. I'm too scared to go any further. My sister looked around for a long time and found that no one could help us, so she went to me and squatted down to let me lie down.

Step by step, my sister carried me through a flooded road. I watched my sister's sweat drop by drop from her forehead to her back cheek, and my eyes turned red silently.

In those parents' busy childhood, my sister was like an almighty God in my mind. She can take me to kindergarten and home. When she had a fever, she clumsily covered my face with a towel while listening to the help hotline with a phone. I often play the accordion to me, and when we are not very literate, I will also take a comic book and tell me stories according to her understanding. These are all important things in my mind.

When I was in a big class, my life suddenly changed and there were some problems in my family's business. My sister was helpless and was sent to grandma's house for foster care for a year.

Before leaving, my sister handed me a mechanical pencil with a little frog on the top, an eraser and some small notebooks, and said to me, "My sister bought this with her pocket money. I plan to give it to you when you go to kindergarten. I'll use it then and give it to you in advance now. "

I took it and nodded. After a while, my sister carefully took out a pen container made of cans from her schoolbag and coated it with a layer of paper, which read "Happy Birthday". After handing it to me, she went on to say, "It's your birthday soon. This is a birthday present from my sister. You should stop clamoring for your parents' gifts and cakes. "

I nodded again, and my sister emphasized again: "This time it's true. You can't clamor for their gifts. You should be sensible this time. "

I seemed to understand something and nodded hard. Then I watched my sister walk away with a small schoolbag on her back, and suddenly remembered that it was my sister's birthday soon, but I didn't have a gift for her. Looking at the pen container, I shed sad tears.

two

When my sister goes to my grandmother's house, my mother always cooks a pot of porridge for me at home, and then I go out to work with my father. I often stay in a daze at home all day, tearing up Sanmao's wandering comic books, and finally the only entertainment is the small ball stand behind the door and the small basketball in my hand. I sat on the bed and kept throwing, sometimes I got in, sometimes I didn't.

I often can't help but wonder where my sister is and what she is doing, but she never cries again. I thought at that time that when I saw my sister again, she would find that I had stopped crying.

There were always mountains of semi-finished clothes at home that year, and every night I could see my parents squatting in the hall sweating and sewing buttons on those clothes. At that time, I realized why my life suddenly changed so much that there was no more spoiled days, so I never asked my parents for anything.

Six months later, we arrived in another city. In a strange place, I gradually found that my subconscious was always full of my sister's shadow. For example, when facing strangers, I will think, what will my sister do? When I need to ask for directions, I will think, if it is my sister, how should I ask for directions? At that time, I was afraid to take the escalator. When I stood below, I would think, if it was my sister, I would have stepped on it step by step, and then I stepped on it step by step.

I often draw on paper with a box of crayons. Most of the photos are about my sister. Sometimes she stands on the green lawn, sometimes she stands in the colorful rainbow, and sometimes she is gray and only has her back.

Half a year later, my sister came back. Children always grow up quickly, and they have changed a lot since they haven't seen each other for a month, let alone a year. When eating, my sister and I looked at each other, feeling very strange, as if we had met for the first time. In the following days, we seldom talk, and we don't talk about everything as before.

Until the eve of primary school, I sat on the balcony and said to my sister, "I feel very scared."

Sister: "Why?"

"I just feel afraid of going to primary school."

Then my sister smiled and told me a lot of interesting things about elementary school, and took out her red scarf and put it on me, saying it looked good on me.

Finally, my sister asked me on the balcony, "Did you have a good year?"

I shook my head and said, "I am always at home alone during holidays."

Sister didn't speak on the balcony. When the evening breeze blows, her hair floats, but she can't cover her face and eyes dyed red by dusk.

three

Time never stops and doesn't give us a chance to breathe, so it pushes us forward and pulls us forward.

When I 15, my sister 17. Because of my outstanding performance in school, I couldn't pass the grade at all, so when my sister was in the third year of high school, I was still in middle school.

When I was a teenager, my sister liked to watch Fantasy City and How Many Flowers Fall in the Dream, while I only watched Naruto and Young and Dangerous. My sister likes shopping, and I just like to sit on the street with a large group of Jianghu brothers.

So we have nothing in common, no common language, and nothing in life except living under the same roof.

And two years before that, she began to have an inexplicable sense of alienation from me. There was even a time when we hated each other because we quarreled too much.

Besides, all my friends are wild, especially one named Xia Tian, who likes to spend a few days in my house. He often takes a bath in the toilet in the living room and walks into my room without wearing anything. My sister just opened the door and came out of the room that day. She was stunned and a slipper flew to his face. He ran back to my room with a full face of grievances and asked me to borrow a pair of underwear.

In this way, we became a pair of brother and sister who disliked each other and were not allowed to step into each other's rooms.

My sister is also rebellious during the rebellious period, and often quarrels loudly with her parents. Whenever this time, I always stand up and help my parents criticize my sister's mistakes, just for fun; And when it was my turn to argue with my parents, so was she.

But only once did my sister quarrel with my parents, and I didn't go out to help my parents criticize my sister.

My sister was emotional that day, saying that they only loved her brother since childhood and sent her away alone. Everything was biased towards her brother, and the mistakes they made together were also criticizing her, and then they cried and their parents were silent.

I listened quietly in my room, feeling guilty.

I think in a family, it is often the older children who suffer the most, because the adults have higher expectations and stricter requirements for them and expect them to take care of the younger ones. Many times, I can use "too young to understand" as an excuse, but my sister can never. That's why there is so-called unfairness.

I suddenly wanted to comfort my sister that day, but I just walked to her closed door and didn't have the courage to knock. Back to my room, I sat on the bed, took out the photos of my sister when I was a child, looked at them one by one, and remembered the gift she gave me when I was a child, with a sense of sadness.

Not long after, I finally graduated from junior high school, and then I was sent to the island to study in high school, while my sister went to college.

We often see the words "brothers and sisters" and miss our sisters. But after all, it is a straightforward age when I was a child, and many words are only in my heart, especially those close to me.

When I grow up, I often pretend to look down on my sister. I always laugh at her for writing some "stupid" QQ signatures, reading some inexplicable books, making friends with some equally "stupid" people, and having some "stupid" leisure and entertainment.

But slowly I found that this contempt for her was out of jealousy.

My sister often disappears suddenly one day, just like when I was a child. Then she can see many beautiful scenery around the world in the circle of friends, meet many foreigners on the road, communicate with them, become friends with them, go to Tibet for a month alone, and then bring back a lot of information. My sister can always stand up and get close to everyone she wants to get close to. She has a firm belief and is never afraid of meeting bad people. She is willing to believe and pay.

I have never had the same courage as her, but I always want to act immediately according to my current thoughts, or go to some distant and strange places without fear and excitement.

So when I encounter problems occasionally, I still think about what I would do if I were my sister. I began to hate her, but this stems from my strange self-esteem.

But then I figured it out.

My sister is a respectable person. There is no shame in thinking about how to be a respectable person like you.

After I graduated from high school, I was unexpectedly admitted to the undergraduate course and went to college. Not long after, my sister graduated, and she chose to work elsewhere.

four

One night, my mother asked me, why are you unhappy today?

I said I missed my sister, so I drove with my father to see my sister. Through a messy alley, I came to my sister's narrow rental house. There was almost only a bed and some simple appliances, and there were two apples on the table.

My sister kept talking excitedly about the delicious food around here, until we went out and passed by "delicious food", only to find that they were all unsanitary-looking small restaurants and roadside stalls.

In the early morning, my sister stood on the side of the road and insisted on sending my father and me away.

I looked at my sister through the window and felt that she was standing under the dim street lamp, looking so lonely, short and thin, with an inexplicable sadness and red eyes.

Looking back, I found that after many years, I was already a head taller than her. She can no longer carry me through the flooded road. On the contrary, she has become a little girl who needs care and protection in my heart, just like when I was a child.

I remember that in the first grade of primary school, the art teacher asked us to draw a relative. I drew a thin little girl on the paper, but there are a pair of wings behind the little girl, which are so big that they occupy the whole paper. In the lower right corner of the painting, I wrote the word "sister" obliquely and handed it in.

"I remember one year, when you went to my grandmother's house, I never cried again. Maybe you weren't there then. I know no one can do magic. When I was a child, you made me mistakenly think that the world would always be sunny. Finally I realized that it was because you spread your wings and blocked all the wind, frost and rain. "

Like an angel. (Text/Li Zelin)

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The author of this article is Li Zelin.

Title: Angels

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