Sister Fang and I (2)

I can think of the cutest moment,

It's Sister Fang who is knitting with me by infusion.

When I was a child, I was always in good health. I only had a serious illness. I don't remember exactly what it is.

At that time, my brother was not born, my father was a helpful professional veterinarian, and Fang Jie was a young woman with a thick black braid.

Our family still lives in a small house by the road. The house is arranged in a "7" shape without a yard. The main entrance faces east, the kitchen door faces south, and there is a small clearing at the door.

At that time, my father's work was very busy. He is always picked up by different people with his medicine box on his back. In that square medicine box, all kinds of medical tools and medicines are neatly placed!

Because of illness, I have to infusion every day, and the infusion bottle has become a low wall along the kitchen wall.

Every time after dinner, Fang Jie will move two stools to the door, and the small one will go back to the kitchen, which is mine. The big one by the door belongs to Sister Fang.

In a short time, the village doctor came over, inserted the infusion tube neatly for me, and then stuffed a milky white sugar pill into my mouth. With the sweetness of the icing, I slowly calmed down.

At this time, Fang Jie will turn back to the house and take out a small photo frame with a ball of wool and a sewing kit. Sister Fang sat down next to me and began to knit with a sweater needle. I watched the wool fly up and down in her hand, and soon it was woven into sleeves.

Sometimes, Fang Jie will ask me to help pull the string. Every time I try very hard to pull out a long thread and pile it on the ground, thinking that Fang Jie can knit for a long time.

However, the wool I pulled was always pestering me and Fang Jie was not angry. She skillfully untied them and rewound them on the ball.

I watch this all day, and I want to learn to knit. Sister Fang didn't abandon her. She really cut me a pair of short sweater needles and taught me how to knit a sweater seriously.

In my impression, the weather was always good at that time. There are either large clouds or colorful sunset clouds in the sky.

After that serious illness, I was as strong as an ox, not to mention a serious illness and never caught a cold.

In order to relive those loving times, I often take Sister Fang to sleep, secretly roll from the bed to the ground, lift my clothes and stick my stomach on the cold concrete floor.

But I never got what I wanted.

I'm full of interest, even at the expense of injections and medicine.

? 02?

Sister Fang said that other people's children

She doesn't want to be both civil and military.

When I was in junior high school, my family moved back to the old house in Zhuangzi.

Dad bought asbestos tiles and repaired them briefly. On rainy days, rain will flow down the cracks in asbestos tiles. At this time, Fang Jie will spread out the pots and pans at home to pick up the water leaking from the roof.

The old house is at the bottom of Zhuangzi, and the open space in front of it is covered with wormwood. The fruit trees planted in the yard were damaged by naughty children. Sister Fang spent a few days cutting down the wormwood in the yard. She smothered a basket of bean paste with the cut wormwood.

In those years, the state policy supported planting trees in rural areas. In early spring, a cart of saplings was unloaded from the lotus pond next to the rice field. I brought a bag home at noon. In the evening, Sister Fang and I planted trees in the open space in front of our house.

In midsummer, the planted poplars have grown many branches and leaves, and several rubber trees beside the kitchen are also lush.

In the afternoon and evening, people in Zhuangzi gather in this shade to play cards and talk about their parents' shortcomings.

At that time, my academic performance was very poor, and my father wanted to transfer me to the village for junior high school. I didn't pass the exam, so I sent a gift through my relationship and entered the school under someone else's name.

Several children of the same age in the village have good academic performance. When parents get together to chat, they will inevitably mention their children. Sister Fang always complains that my brother and I are not good at anything and envies other people's children's sweet mouths. We all have more than one.

There is a sister in the neighbor's house who has lived for several months. She is very smart and lovely. Four generations under one roof, passed down from generation to generation, let her enjoy all the love. All the children raised by love shine. All she needs is one mouth, and the bones of adults are crisp.

Her mother often chats with Fang Jie who washes clothes with a bowl. Fang Jie's words were full of praise, which made me uncomfortable.

When eating at night, while eating noodles, I whispered, "You like her so much, I'll trade with her."

Sister Fang paused in her hand, her eyes complicated.

"You can change it or not." Sister Fang said.

Sister Fang always beats me. I am the product of her education.

My children and I went to dig dandelions. Sister Fang said that I dug too little to bear the weight. I wash clothes and cook at home. Sister Fang said that my clothes were dirty and my food was not delicious. I finally got a certificate back and wanted to post it on the wall. Sister Fang said that she had the cheek to stick a piece of paper on the wall. Sister Fang and I looked at the photos of the boys we liked. Sister Fang said that the boy looked like a loafer.

Anyway, no matter how hard I try, I can't get Fang Jie's praise.

Until one weekend when I came home, I overheard Fang Jie chatting with someone:

"Our daughter was very clever when she was a child. When she was five or six years old, she could cook and beat eggs. When she comes back every week, she will clean the house from the inside out and do everything at home. I don't have to worry about it at all ... "

It turns out that Sister Fang never praises me, and I don't know.

? 03?

What happened to me before?

Tell Sister Fang.

After junior high school, my communication with my father became less and less, and my emotional balance gradually tilted towards Fang Jie.

As mentioned earlier, I didn't get into the junior high school in the village, but went to school under the guise of others. I often forget where I am. Who am I? When the teacher calls "I" to answer questions, I will gloat like other students, search for the "unlucky guy" called by the teacher in the classroom, and then find that the whole class is watching me.

I said to Sister Fang, "I don't want to use other people's names. I always forget who I am, and my classmates think I am strange. "

Sister Fang replied, "If you don't want to use it, go to the teacher and change it. It doesn't matter if you change your name. Just tell the teacher that I used to take my mother's surname, but now I want to take my father's surname. "

I was persuaded by Fang Jie and confidently went to the class teacher to change my name, even though the student information sheet said in black and white: student name Tao Moumou, father Mr. Xu, mother Miss Hu.

I wonder if I was too frugal in junior high school. I never grew up, black, thin and short. I only jumped to 1.6 meters in high school. The indicators began to become normal, and finally I ushered in a physiological change.

Sister Fang and I complained that you abused them. Girls began to develop from junior high school. Suddenly several years behind others.

Sister Fang said solemnly, "It's genetic. I'm late."

I have a rough face, a mature dress style and neglect to dress myself. I always look older than my peers, often laughed at by my classmates and always miserable.

I told Fang Jie about it, and Fang Jie smiled and said, "People like us are just older than them. See them in 20 years. You're old, and you're still like this. You can laugh at them then. "

In college, I used my spare time as a part-time etiquette and tour guide. I have to run for three meals all day, which gradually hurts my health and makes me weak and insane.

I panicked, so I called Sister Fang for help. Sister Fang at the other end of the phone said calmly, "Do you have a cold?" Did you go to the hospital for examination? Don't get pregnant? "

Sister Fang's attitude makes me angry and funny. Does your daughter have a boyfriend? Don't you know what to count?

I called Fang Jie, and the most she said to me was:

"Is there anything else? Nothing to hang up! "

At the same time, it is often accompanied by a bang, followed by the sound of the phone being hung up.

Therefore, my conversation with Fang Jie is usually that I said a bunch of words happily, and Fang Jie summed me up in one sentence.

? 04?

Now, Sister Fang, what is it?

Everyone wants to tell me.

I can't stay with Sister Fang all the time.

From the primary school separated from home by a wall, to the middle school separated from home by a township, to the high school separated from home by a county, to the university separated from home by a provincial road, and finally to the workplace separated from home by a national road.

From going home every day at the beginning, to going home once a week, to going home once a month, to going home once every six months, and finally to going home once a year, this interval may be longer later.

I grew up soon, and Sister Fang was old.

Our identities began to swap.

I stopped looking for Fang Jie the first time I met something, and it was hard for Fang Jie to give me any constructive advice. I can gradually accept all the difficulties in life, and swallow the grievances silently by myself.

I call Sister Fang less and less, but Sister Fang still calls me from time to time.

Sister Fang said:

The daughter-in-law of XX in the village passed away;

The girl selling shoes in the street is getting married;

The boy I introduced to you before came back a few days ago;

Your uncle's children have been admitted to college;

Your aunt bought a new house in the county and will move in a few days;

.......

I put my mobile phone on the speaker, staring at the files on my computer, and talking to Fang Jie.

I finally turned off the computer and picked up the phone. Jie said:

"Nothing, you go to bed early, I'll hang up first."

Sister Fang lied to me.

She is not as anti-aging as she says. Her eyes are full of wrinkles, and the collagen on her face is seriously lost. Her hair always turns white quickly, and she often suffers from backache, insomnia and dreaminess.

I haven't really grown up. Sister Fang is really old.

? 05?

Write it at the end

I suddenly feel a little sad.

Sister Fang, who has experienced youth and vicissitudes, will eventually grow old.

Think about how young and beautiful she used to be. She has an enviable braid. Think about how confident and optimistic she used to be, never flattering; Think about how cold and domineering she used to be, and how friendly and jealous she was.

At the end of 20 16, Fang Jie had an operation. I know this operation will have a certain impact on Sister Fang. She is a very sensitive person, and it is impossible to ignore every subtle change.

Sister Fang's temper is getting worse and worse, and people are getting jealous. Some small things will make her unhappy, and our family are carefully coaxing her.

Sometimes things don't go well, and sometimes we have conflicts with her.

Sister Fang likes the cold war and never fails.

In fact, the cold war I understand is the summation of the highest tone, and the attack attribute is equivalent to hurting the enemy 1000 and hurting yourself by 800.

Born as a man, a son as a man, a wife as a mother, many identities are sad, and every role is not easy.

I don't remember who said that, life is disappointment again and again.

In a few years, I will be a wife and mother. Maybe my relationship with Fang Jie will continue in another way. Love is pi, endless.

Now, I hope I can sit on an emotional "ferry boat" with Sister Fang.

Its appearance makes us see more love, rush to each other more quickly and clearly, and create more stories of good or bad hearts.