In the morning, I wrote "My uncle is coming these days", and my girlfriend didn't ask me what was going on until almost 8 o'clock in the evening. Although we talk less every day.

When Sister Chen Chenchun came to Hangzhou, I was 12 years old and in Grade 5. My sister just graduated from primary school and is going to junior high school. But I don't know why, menstruation suddenly brought my sister from the northeast to Hangzhou. After two days of menstruation, she left, but her sister stayed. She will live in our home, attend junior high school and high school in Hangzhou, and then go to college. Winter has just passed, and that spring is normal. The original family of four, my parents and grandmother, has become five people, but nothing seems to have changed. None of my family seems to like my sister. I still remember the day after menstruation, for the first time, the five of us sat together for dinner. Halfway through the meal, my sister still didn't move her chopsticks. She sat motionless at the table, silent and expressionless. Strangely, grandma and mom also ignored her. Until after dinner, grandma impatiently knocked on her sister's bowl. "Do you eat or not? ! "My sister is still silent. My grandmother stood up," brushed "the rice bowl in front of my sister and said coldly," If you don't eat, forget it. Go and stay inside. " Then my sister stood up and walked into the house. At that time, I thought my sister was very similar to menstruation. Are very cold people. Menstruation only comes back once every two or three years. Every time she comes, she will bring her husband, a very ordinary farmer in Northeast China, wearing old-fashioned clothes. She always feels that she has dirty dust, rough skin and a strong northeast accent. Grandma and mom seldom talk to uncle, and they always leave uncle aside every time they chat, as if he doesn't exist. My uncle had to talk to me awkwardly. He took a raw garlic out of his pocket, wiped it with his sleeve, and then shook it in front of me twice. To my surprise, he put garlic in his mouth, chewed it, then raised the crow's feet around his eyes and said to me, "Come on, try it, too." At this time, my mother will come and drag me, and then loudly reprimand: "Don't touch the dirty things!" " ""Mom, you see, I married such a person! It's a shame to say it "Menstruation sighed." Don't say that ... "Grandma seems a little sad. Her face sank, and the edamame in her hand was not cleaned, so she packed it up and put it in the kitchen. "But I also realized, I realized ..." At that time, menstruation was a glorious rural educated youth. After leaving Hangzhou and journey to the south, I dedicated the best time of my life to ... or was buried in the rough north. She met her uncle in a poor northeast village. I don't know their story, but I think it's all very logical. They fell in love and got married. At that time, the countryside has now become a small town, but everything there can't be compared with the city. Several years have passed, and her menstruation is still in the far north, and she hasn't come back yet. Only this, I have been puzzled. But menstruation says that this is life, life. Menstruation is 40 years old before giving birth to a child. Unfortunately, it was a woman. That night, inside and outside my grandmother's room, I clearly heard my menstruation sobbing. " Mom, this child can only please you and your sister. Give her something to eat. "Mom grabbed the words," elder sister, our home is small enough, just two people, you say Juanjuan where she sleeps? You don't know how much it costs to raise a child in the city, let alone the problem of money. Juanjuan's registered permanent residence is not here, so it is a question whether she can study. How to transfer money to someone you don't know? ！” "I didn't let her read it. What book did she read? Don't worry, I will remit the money on time. I'll bring some this time. You can take it away first. " "Elder sister, you are too irresponsible. Since you don't want to keep it, don't keep it! "Mom is aggressive." How do I know the baby will be a woman! I'm not taking her away anyway. If there is no room to sleep, let her sleep in the living room. Really can't. Sleep in the kitchen. She won't die. "That night, they argued very late. I slept on the bed and looked at the wall blankly, but I didn't understand what they were arguing about, only that they were arguing about their sister. I turned around and saw my sister lying on the floor. She was wrapped tightly in the quilt, and her back was projected on the pale wall, feeling very cold. I want to say something, but I don't know how to say it. Her sleeping position is stiff, but I can feel her awake. The next day, menstruation left with luggage, and my sister stayed. Although grandma has resentment in her heart, she still shed tears when she left her period. Since then, there has been a pair of chopsticks on the dining table at home, but life has not changed. A composition class in the second grade of Xia primary school. The topic of the composition assigned by the teacher is: the happiest thing. The students in the class were named by the teacher to answer this question. The teacher called me, "Wang Hang, tell me about it." I stood up, thought about it, and then said, "I think my father is dead." "That night, grandma cleaned up the dishes on the table, so I opened the composition book and began to write this composition." My happiest thing is that my father died. Because my mother said that my father only knew how to drink and didn't know how to do things. He took all the money from home, so when he died, no one came to take his mother's money, so I could get a new toy. Also, the father of Panda Kai, a neighbor, beats Panda Kai every day, prevents him from going out to play and lets him do his homework at home. If he doesn't do well in the exam, he will be beaten. How nice it is to have no father! "After the composition was handed in, the Chinese teacher called me to her office. She took out my composition book and then approached me with a strange smile. " Is your father really dead? ""yes. "I nodded." How did you die? "Her voice rose a little and she seemed interested." I fell to my death. "I said." That's a real pity. "She sighed, and then she turned to the teacher behind her and said," The father of this student in our class fell to his death. What a pity. " A teacher sitting in the back is correcting, casually saying, "Do you think such a child will have any mental illness in the future?" "Such a child is difficult to teach!" A teacher next to her gave a sneer. I stood at my desk, holding my composition book silently. I don't know why, my heart suddenly became very cold, my chest seemed to blow a cool breeze, and my hands and feet seemed to become cold. "It's none of your business. "My voice is so modest that everyone can hear it." what did you say ? "The Chinese teacher's glasses slipped on the bridge of his nose." I said it's none of your business. ""what? ！” "I said it's none of your business, none of your business, none of your business, none of your business! ! ! "Wait a while, the Chinese teacher, slowly picked up the composition book on the table and smashed it at me. I rubbed my face with my hand and walked out of the office. Actually, it doesn't hurt at all, but it's a little cold, like a cold wind, but where did that gust of wind come from? When I was a child, I always had such a wind for no reason. I don't know if others feel it, but I can feel the wind. As long as it appears, I will take a deep breath involuntarily, as if it will disappear. When I was 0/2 years old, summer came early. It was only May and it was extremely hot. The weather forecast often reports that there is cold air going south, but it seems that the cold air is too hard to go south. My sister still sleeps on the floor of my room. Because the weather is getting warmer, grandma hates the trouble of changing blankets and puts a mat on her sister directly. But at night, the temperature will still get a little cold. I saw my sister wrapped in a quilt and still trembling slightly. I frowned, got out of bed and squatted down to shake her. " Hey, the floor is cold. Come and sleep in my bed. "My sister turned her head." No ... ""It doesn't matter. "I lowered my voice and pretended to be mysterious." I am bored. We can sleep together and chat. "I said." All right. Sister looked out of the house, and the room between grandma and mom was closed. She smiled and then moved the quilt to my bed. In the early summer that year, my sister slept in my bed every night. It was not until summer really came that she slept on the floor again. Every night, we will talk quietly. "You should call my sister. Call! ""well, elder sister ... elder sister. " "So reluctantly." "It's okay. "... I like chatting with my sister. Although she speaks a little slowly, her tone still has a strong northern accent. There are many "children" in her speech, so I can't learn "children". She is different from those women who sit in the alley knitting sweaters and talk a lot. Those women, like my mother and grandmother, always make people feel an aggressive chill and a peculiar sour taste in the south. And my sister's voice ... it's hard to describe ... Her voice reminds me of the plain and the distance. I met my sister on my way home after school that day. She has gone to a local junior high school. When she saw me, she smiled and ran to me and asked, "Many people in my class called me thirteen o'clock today. What do you mean? " I paused and asked her, "How did you respond?" "I just laughed." "Oh. "I walked with my head down and didn't go on. She didn't ask again, and we got into the alley silently. While eating, my mother and grandmother kept nagging about the price of vegetables today, the miscellaneous things in the alley, when the house will be demolished, and how much the resettlement fee is ... I still ate silently. As usual, I will listen to my mother and grandmother nagging, but I don't know why that day, I can't listen to anything. After dinner, my sister took the initiative to clean up the dishes as usual, and then went into the kitchen to wash the dishes. I went back to my room, threw my schoolbag aside and lay in bed in a daze. Suddenly, I suddenly sat up and rushed to the kitchen. I pushed open the kitchen door and said angrily to my sister, if someone calls you thirteen o'clock in the future, just say that you are only thirteen o'clock, and your ancestors have been thirteen o'clock for eighteen generations! " My sister paused, so she turned down the tap and smiled awkwardly. "Oh." I went back to my room. I don't know why, but I really want to cry. Qiu, like many people, had fairy tales about Cinderella when she was a child. In my childhood, my sister existed like Cinderella. She is the earliest person to get up every day. She will get up and boil hot water to wash our faces and brush our teeth. Washing dishes, cleaning ... My sister takes care of all the big and small things at home. Besides going to school, she also does housework. She doesn't have many new clothes a year. Her clothes are all from menstruation, the styles are more retro than mom's, and they are all outdated and cheap goods. She will take me to school first and then go to school by herself every day. Pick me up after school. In other words, she has covered everything her mother has done. Although, that year, she was 15 years old. After studying in Hangzhou for a year, grandma didn't want her to continue studying. Actually, my grandmother made the right decision. My sister really can't study, and her exam results are very poor. At the end of the semester, she brought home a large report card. But by the second day of junior high school, my mother decided to continue to let my sister read. Mother advised grandma, "Let her continue her studies. She has nothing to do at home every day, and she is upset when she looks at it. " Perhaps because of poor grades, average appearance, even a little ugly, and poor clothes, my sister naturally became a marginal person in the class. It is natural to be laughed at and inevitable to be bullied. I went to school with my sister that morning. At the intersection, I waved and said to my sister, "I can walk by myself." You go. " My sister hesitated a little. "No, menstruation says he will send you." "Nothing, there is only a little way, I will go by myself." "all right." Sister frowned, hesitated, and then turned away. However, not long after I left, I heard several girls calling my sister's name at the back. "Wang Juan, give me the school card. I don't have my school card. " One of the girls with curly hair said coldly. "Ah?" Sister subconsciously took a step back. "I asked you to give me the school card!" Before her sister could react, the girl rushed forward savagely and grabbed her sister's clothes. Her sister's neck seemed to hurt, and she began to cry. Then, the girl behind followed closely and forcibly tore off the school card on her sister's clothes. I just looked at what happened across the street and felt my scalp numb with anger. I crossed the street and rushed to the girl's side, tearing her clothes desperately. When I was a child, the way to fight was to pull my clothes and wave my arms. All I know is that I've exhausted all my tricks. The girl was frightened by the sudden attack and screamed loudly. Some students on the side of the road also came around to pull me away, as if a girl kicked me. But I remember, my sister was nearby, and she cried in horror. I remember, she was always in front of me. Autumn has come, the weather is cold and the wind is strong. Everything in the city, along with people's memories, has begun to turn yellow. In my distant childhood, I knew my sister. She was not Cinderella. Cinderella had her moments, but she lived like this all the year round. Cinderella looks ordinary, but after careful observation, what you find is not her beauty, but that she is really a little ugly. Cinderella will wait for her prince and my sister ... God, how can I write such a melodramatic word as Cinderella and Prince? I should have gotten rid of them a long time ago. When I think of my childhood, I feel sick. Winter yes, I have grown up. I really grew up after entering junior high school. Because that winter, I fell in love with a girl for the first time. I know that kind of love is different from the previous one, and I want to possess her kind of love. I just want her to talk to herself, eat together and go to school together. But at that time, I was timid. I dare not confess to that girl, or even speak to her. That was the first time I had such a thing as love in my heart. I was both scared and surprised. However, that winter, my mother made a long-distance call to the northeast to have her period. It's still about my sister. My mother and menstruation seem to have quarreled in the classroom. My mother clamored for menstruation to take my sister back, saying that the family could not afford such a large living person, so menstruation naturally declined, saying that she would be given some more money. In fact, menstruation is in the northeast countryside. Where is the money? At most, he sends several clothes every year. In recent years, my grandmother and mother raised my sister and paid her tuition. Finally, my mother hung up the phone angrily and helplessly. She rushed to my room angrily, picked up her sister who had got into bed and shouted, "get out!" " Get out! Go back to your hometown in the northeast! "My sister is cold and scared, shaking all over." Get out of here! You have been in our house for a long time ... "Mother blushed and pushed her sister out. In the cold winter, there is no heating in the south, and it is almost as cold indoors as outdoors. My sister is shivering in the living room, wearing only pajamas. She sobbed, tears on her face and nose confused. Grandma sighed, came over, dressed her sister, and then said helplessly, "if you let her go, where can she go now?" "I don't want to raise her, but she is still a member of our family. She has a cruel mother, but we can't be as cruel as her mother. " Mother listened to grandma's words, hugged grandma and began to cry again. My mother and grandmother, like most southerners, are selfish and snobbish, but they are essentially kind and good people. However, it is quite realistic that they no longer pay their sister's tuition. For her elder sister, the road to study is impossible. In the third year, my sister dropped out of school, and my mother arranged domestic service for her, which may be the only thing my sister can do. Because she is not old enough to work, my sister can only mop the floor and clean the house, and she can't get a penny, but she can make a living by including three meals, so she has been doing it. The winter of that year seemed particularly long. Until March, the temperature was still hovering around zero, and the cold air refused to disperse. My first secret love was as long as that winter, and that girl was full of my imagination all the time, perhaps a little exaggerated. I had a crush on that girl for two years, until the third grade, and complicated studies diluted this feeling. But it's actually a little ridiculous. I can't remember the girl's name now, and even her appearance has become so vague in my memory. Are the boundaries so blurred when you grow up? I thought I had said goodbye to my childhood, but in fact, I was still a child. Perhaps, when we no longer care whether we grow up, we really grow up. It is spring again. My sister is an adult. She started working to make money. She did what she did in my house a few years ago, babysitting for others. "Although she looks clumsy, she is not lazy and diligent in doing things." When the domestic service staff recommended her to the employer, she was introduced like this. And my sister just kept smiling naively. To my mom's and grandma's delight, my sister lives in her boss's house. Mom and grandma have been depressed for several years, and it seems that they can finally breathe a sigh of relief. My sister got her salary for the first time in her life and gave it all to her mother. Mom and grandma seem very happy. Mother took out a few pieces for her sister, who smiled and returned them to her mother. She said that she didn't need money, and the boss would give him dozens of pocket money, which was enough for her. But that night, I was doing my homework in my room when she suddenly pushed open the door and came in. She took out a crumpled hundred-dollar bill from her pocket and stuffed it into my coat pocket. I'm surprised. "Why did you give me money?" She pretended to smile mysteriously. "In fact, there is a piece of salary. I will leave one for you specially. " "Ha." I suddenly felt a little embarrassed and smiled awkwardly. "Give you some books and get into a good university." She said that and left. I looked at her back, holding that hundred-dollar bill in my hand, and suddenly I was a little touched, and my eyes were a little sour, but I still smiled. Yes, I want to get into a better university, for my sister. In summer, I was admitted to a good high school. My mother and grandmother were very happy the day they reported to the new school. When my mother gave me tuition, she accidentally said, "This is all the money earned by Wang Juan." As soon as my hands got cold, I turned to my mother and asked, "Why do you want to use her money? ! ""That's interesting. Who raised her? Who will give her an account? " Mom sneered. "Did you ask her to give you all her salary?" I responded indifferently. "I still want her money? ! She still makes money and goes back to her hometown in the northeast! Out of sight, out of mind. " Mother's tone is as bitter as usual. "The world is too cold." I think only unfortunate and melodramatic people would say this. Complicated studies and complicated interpersonal relationships make me feel that high school life is not so colorful. This class is divided into several groups, but I don't belong to any group. Maybe I am too arrogant, or maybe my inferiority complex is at work. I hate my loneliness, so I want to find a love. I fell in love with the most beautiful Wang Zhen in my class. A week later, I confessed to her. Just after the last class in the morning, the students all ran out of the classroom and flocked to the canteen. I stopped Wang Zhen in the corridor. I said, "Wang Zhen, I like you. Let's have dinner together at noon today. " To my surprise, she lowered her head and said with a smile, "OK." I fell in love like this, inexplicably. I chose Rainbow because she and I are completely different people. Her parents are both civil servants, and her father comes to see her off to school every day. I heard that her family lives in a nice neighborhood. Unlike me, they all live in that cold and narrow alley, with endless gossip and endless moisture. It was Friday, because the next day was the weekend, so after school, the students walked quickly. When the classmates almost left, Wang Zhen came to my seat. She squatted down, hooked my arm with her hand and said with a smile, "shall we go to the movies tomorrow?" There are many good movies on the screen recently. " "Watching a movie?" I paused. "No problem." I said yes at once. "Well, that's good. See you tomorrow afternoon 1 Oscar! " "hmm." I try to smile. Watching movies costs money, but I have no money. I only have enough coins on me to go home by bus. It is impossible to ask my mother for nature, not for no reason, but because I don't want to talk to her, listen to her nagging, and listen to her mean and cold tone. At that time, I missed my sister. When I got home, my mother was cooking in the kitchen. I went into the kitchen to wash my hands and asked my mother in a casual tone, "Do you know Wang Juan?" "She? She didn't. " Mother poured a plate of fresh vegetables into the oil pan and the oil star splashed out. "Then how do you usually treat her?" I turned on the tap. "Oh, the little book on the refrigerator says her boss." "Oh." I replied and walked out of the kitchen. "Nong go to the west to do? ! "Mother's voice came from the kitchen. But I ignored it, opened the notebook in the refrigerator and found the code of my sister's boss. Thank God, my sister replied. "Who's calling? Mr. Wang is not at home now. " It's sister's voice. "It's me, Xiao Hang." "Small air? Why are you calling? It belongs to the owner's family. How inconvenient. Don't call again. " Sister's tone is a little urgent. "Well ... do you have money now?" I'll cut to the chase. "How much do you want?" She didn't even ask me why. "Not much, Brock." I'm a little embarrassed. "Well, I'll come home to you on Sunday." "No, I want to ..." ... just after dinner, I made up an excuse and hurried out. I took the 12 bus to the center and found the community as my sister told me. It's really a big and quiet community. Maybe only those who can afford it can afford a nanny. I found the building and rang the doorbell. My sister answered, and she said, "Go upstairs, I'm cooking, so it's not convenient to come down." I went upstairs, but it wasn't my sister who answered the door. This is a man who looks familiar. "Who are you looking for?" The man's tone is a little cold. "Mr. Wang, that is my brother. He came to get the money. " My sister wiped her apron with her hand and then came over. "Small air, you wait a moment, I'll give you money, what are you going to do tomorrow? If you need money so badly, please come. " Before my sister brought the money, I saw a familiar person coming out of the room. She looked at me, speechless with surprise. I tried to escape, but it was too late. She came up to me. At the same time, my sister ran to me with a hundred-dollar bill. "Miss, that's my brother." I saw my sister smile innocently. Miss. I heard that my sister's name is Miss Wang Zhen. Then what am I? Servant's brother? Or poor beggars. My eyes were blank, and I ran downstairs before my sister gave me the money. Sister, I hate you so much. I really hate you. Why do you exist? I feel that you killed me and made me live without dignity. Why don't you go back to your hometown in Northeast China? Why don't you go to hell. Yes, I want to enter a better university. Yes, in order to get rid of the poor life, to live in a big house, to go to a better place, and to earn a lot of money for myself. Yes, I earn a lot of money and use it to fill my sad childhood. This is autumn and winter. Many autumn days have passed. After autumn comes winter. Winter is so long, but it will come to an end one day One day, I want to believe. God is fair, and my efforts have paid off. Three years later, I was admitted to a key university. Pack your suitcase and get ready to go to the railway station. Mom and grandma have been nagging, remember to call home if you should pay attention to anything. Only my sister stood by without saying anything, just looking at me and smiling. I went up to her and said, "I'm leaving." "hmm." Her expression hasn't changed, but she still smiles. But I turned around and heard my sister's voice again. "After more than two years, you finally talked to me." I was silent for a while, then picked up my suitcase and went outside the house. I've been gone for five years, but I seem to have no sense of belonging to that home. What gives me a sense of belonging is the huge and empty city. After graduation, I found a stable job. After gaining a foothold, I am going to marry my girlfriend from college. That winter, my fiancee and I returned to the south. Mom and grandma have changed. I wonder if they are old. Their words are much less than before, and their tone is milder and less aggressive. Grandma, in particular, had a serious illness two years ago, which made it difficult to move and even speak. I introduced my fiancee to my mother and grandmother, and she said hello to them politely. Suddenly, my fiancee pushed me. She pointed to the woman standing in the corner and asked me, who is that? ""She is my sister. " "Are you? You have a sister! I haven't heard you talk about it. " The fiancee said doubtfully. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Everyone has a city in his heart. When we were young, adults and children lived in that city. When we were in adolescence, there were men and women. When we are sensible, there are good people and bad people. When we grow up, we live with the rich. When we get old, people living in that city become the living and the dead. In the city in my sister's heart, people are just people. "Yes, she is my sister. Because of mental retardation, 12 years old was sent to my home. "I didn't finish crying. And my sister is still standing in that corner, smiling at me, just like the morning when I first saw it twelve years ago. The full text and chapters are taken from most novels10.06 _ _ _ _ _ _ _ most of the time.