Thanks to the boy who grew up with me

When I was a child, apart from having three meals a day on time, one thing that happened every day was that my brother and I quarreled.

Probably because he felt that he suddenly had such a younger brother, which took away half of his parents' love from him, so he looked down upon him in various ways.

We are both hot-tempered people and dislike each other.

We can quarrel over a toy. But every time there is a dispute, because of my age, no matter who is right or wrong, I am always the one being scolded.

Every time after a quarrel, when I saw his triumphant expression on his face after winning, I gritted my teeth and my "disgust" for him deepened.

When I was in sixth grade, one night my parents didn’t come back because they had something to do. But that night it rained, and there was a power outage for hundreds of miles around. I, who had been afraid of the dark since I was a child, hid under the quilt secretly. cry.

Probably because he heard my cry, he found a candle somewhere, lit it and brought it into my room, and said contemptuously, "I am not afraid of the dark in the fourth grade. You read You are still afraid of the dark when you are in sixth grade, you coward!" Me: "Humph, it's none of your business!" The strange thing is that I forgot my fear after arguing with him.

I kept chatting with him, from Sun Wukong to SpongeBob SquarePants, from what to eat tomorrow to what to do in the future, until we were both sleepy and fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day and saw each other, there was still an inevitable quarrel.

Once, I was riding a bus, which was crowded with people, and I vaguely felt someone touching me. I didn't dare to say anything, so I just squeezed to the side as hard as I could. Unexpectedly, he saw me and started fighting with that person on the spot.

At the next stop, I pulled him out of the car angrily and scolded him for being so impulsive. He replied to me angrily: "Are you stupid? You don't say anything when someone takes advantage of you. Aren't you quite powerful when you usually quarrel with me at home? You don't become aggressive when you should!"

That year , I am 18, he is 16.

On the day when the college entrance examination results came out, I locked myself in my room all day. Regardless of my parents' objections, I chose a high school far away from home and decided to repeat my studies.

During the summer vacation, I was having a cold war with my parents.

The school environment is poor, the study pressure is too great, I can't sleep at night, and I feel a little uncomfortable.

However, I dare not tell them these things.

When I saw former high school seniors returning to school to receive their admission notices, I also doubted whether my decision was the right one, and what if I did worse in the exam next time.

Just when I couldn't stand it any longer, he came to see me with a big bag of fruit and a carton of milk, "Sister, your parents are actually very worried about you. Give them a call when you have time. You I have always been strong since I was a child, and I believe you can be better.”

At that moment, I suddenly felt that the little boy who had competed with me for toys since childhood had grown up.

In a way, he is more like my brother. He taught me not to be afraid of the dark night, not to be afraid of the perverts on the bus, and taught me to be strong.

Now, I am in college, far away from home, and can’t go back several times a year, and we don’t quarrel anymore.

But now I feel that he is even more verbose than my mother at home. He often calls to tell me who is older and who is younger!

I was chatting with someone a few days ago and mentioned my brother. He said, "You two siblings have such a good relationship. You don't even know it. When I first got together with you, your brother even threatened me. I'll treat you well."

I was stunned for a moment, thinking back to my childhood, since elementary school, the two of us had been quarreling almost every day.

Once, I overheard my mother talking to someone about my childhood, "That girl in my family, when she was a child, those adults held her brother and teased her, saying that they sold her brother, and she cried. Her brother snatched her back and refused to give them a hug. Who knew they would quarrel every day when they grew up..."

Perhaps the friendship between us is a kind of spiritual connection between each other, a kind of tacit understanding. perception.

A few days ago, I accidentally cut my hand while cutting pork. He said, "Oh, you have to admit your kinship with blood." I said, "..." and then handed me a band-aid with a look of contempt on his face. Pass the knife in my hand.

Each has a family, each has children, and the fraternal love between brothers and sisters, whose blood is thicker than water, has deep roots.

Meeting by chance is fate, we are friends from all over the world, we are husband and wife till we grow old, and we are siblings whose blood is thicker than water. There is no one like you who has accompanied me through my childhood, my gradual growth, and my journey from youthful rebellion to understanding my parents.

Thank you to this young man for growing up with me.

Xinting is delighted to meet Ziyunjun, and they feel close to each other as siblings.