"You won't have him for long."
"Soon you'll be abandoned."
said the dark-haired Flascia contemptuously, stroking her toy bone, which was a beagle leg bone. Seeing such a beautiful little girl with such a scary thing would have been a little scary to anyone at first, but Abram was used to it.
He raised his head from among the blocks and glanced at each other.
The five-year-old girl was irritated by this look, she raised the bone high with her right hand, but she didn't want to hit anyone, she just waved it, her emerald eyes stared.
"Do you think I'm lying? Don't forget that's what Frasey did to me!"
"Everyone says she is a good sister, but only I know how much she doesn't like me!"
"It's normal." The three-year-old boy said lightly. Although his voice was immature, no one dared to tease him like those children who only know how to eat candy.
"Most people won't like your weirdness. You'd better play with those dolls."
After hearing the boy's words, Flasha was not angry or sad. Instead, she folded her arms mockingly, and said proudly, "Why should I cater to those idiots' demands?" Her expression was quite proud that she was the king of the world. feel.
"Then don't blame Frasey." After the boy finished speaking, he steadily stacked the last few blocks with his right hand, almost reaching the position of his eyes.
Flasha held back the eagerness to move in her heart, she had already experienced the other party's temper before. If her bad temper is revealed on the surface, Abram, who is two years younger than her, has a shocking temper in his bones.
But she couldn't see the boy like this.
"She wasn't like this before." Flascia whispered in a different tone, the tone was so sad that her big emerald eyes could immediately appear pitiful mist. Most people will be fooled by this little liar, and then agree to her demands. But Abram was completely unmoved. After all, they had known each other for half a year, and in the little boy's just beginning life, it had already been as long as half a lifetime.
"You weren't like this before." Abram didn't even give the other party a look this time, just like a little parent who let his child lose his temper.
"I've always been like this," Flascia said angrily.
"They thought you were an angel."
"Then you were scared and cried." Flascia smiled slyly.
"That's not being scared to cry." Abram stopped his hands, and there was an unconcealable blush on his fair face. He tried his best to explain slowly: "I was only two and a half years old at that time, and I I also dreamed terrible things, and I woke up from a nap to find you sleeping next to me, saliva flowed on my hand, it was disgusting, my body just reacted naturally, like screaming when it hurts, it is the body Resist the danger and diffuse the discomfort."
"I don't want to, okay?" Flasha rolled her eyes, "I have to catch a criminal the night before the dinner, that's very important!" She emphasized.
"Obviously a cat is a bit small as a criminal, maybe you have to research a suitable cell for it." Abram rarely taunted. He's usually pretty steady, but he's only three years old, and if someone says something that excites him, he can become aggressive, and, as people say about him, he's very smart.
"Anyway, you must trust me." Flasha was even more stubborn, and still did not intend to give up on this sentence. After she finished speaking, she slipped away, thinking that she was hiding well and made a secret passage for herself, but Abram didn't tell her that they all knew about the secret passage.
Abram watched Flasha leave, confirmed that she was not stupid enough to hook her skirt again, and then looked away.
Only the last piece of his tower now remained, but instead of finishing it right away, Abram waited. He pretended to be thinking, and after a while, when there was a knock on the bedroom door, he felt a real sense of pleasure.
"My grammar class is over."
A soft voice sounded, and a boy about eight or nine years old came in with the voice. Compared with his peers, he was already considered a tall man. Although thin, it looks very healthy.
"It's going to be finished, isn't it?" The boy's voice was full of excitement, he walked over quickly, jumped a few times like a deer, and then sat in front of Abram with his legs crossed, There was almost awe in the large eyes.
This is not the first time he has seen his younger brother build such a tall tower, but no matter how many times he has experienced it, he can always give him this kind of praise naturally. Although, for a little boy like Abram, this compliment is actually not that important. He doesn't need the affirmation of others to know his intelligence, on the contrary, if someone wants to call him stupid, he will always defend his intelligence.
"Yes." Abram nodded to answer his brother's question.
"Aren't you going to put the last piece on it?" Seryozha asked, pointing to the blocks in Abram's hand.
"Don't you want to try?" Abram asked. He saw his brother smile, with deep dimples on both sides.
"But you built this, didn't you? You should do the last piece." Seryozha stroked his brother's hair, which had the same color as him, but the difference was that Abram's hair was very smooth , there is no small volume.
If Seryozha had ever wanted a younger brother or sister with curly hair, then, after he had Abram, he thought he was so beautiful without curly hair.
Abram knew what his brother meant, and it was not at all surprising that Seryozha would say this. Although some people thought they looked alike, Abram knew they were completely different.
Seryozha is such a sweet and lovely little boy, he is gentle, loves to smile, and loves to share. He prefers to give than to take from others. Abram knew that no one would dislike Seryozha, which was like a law, and he also knew that a large number of people would dislike himself, which was also a law, but he didn't care at all.
"But I want you to do it," said Amram, knowing that Seryozha never refused his request.
Sure enough, Seryozha blinked, then decided, and raised his hand, smiling, as if to take the last block from Abram.
But he didn't do that, he just pulled the block out of Abram's hand a little bit, then held the other end, and said, "We can go together."
Then he led Abram to carefully stack the last building block together. During the whole process, Abram could clearly see Seryozha's earnest and cautious expression. He even held his breath and did not relax until three seconds later, looking at Abram with bright eyes.
"Look, that's what we've done together, nice job isn't it?"
"Yeah." Abram also smiled.
He knew that Seryozha might have thought he was happy that he had done it, but in fact, it wasn't all that.
Abram also knew that Seryozha was so careful just now, not because he was afraid of failure, but because he was afraid that what Abram built would fail.
Look, this is Seryozha, Abram's elder brother. So, he is so good, how could he be just an ordinary sister like Flasha's sister. Abram believed it until that dinner.
It was not an ordinary dinner, it was Seryozha's ninth birthday.
Abram initially thought it wouldn't be much different than last year, but apparently from daytime observations it was more grand.
"Do you know why? Because he's nine years old," Flascia said, as if she knew a lot.
"In the eyes of your father's colleagues, we are still small children, but Seryozha is old enough to listen to their conversations. Just like my mother will say things to Frasi, but she will never tell me. ’ she said, tugging at the ribbon of the bow in her hand.
During the day, Flascia's words were echoing in Abram's mind.
He didn't care about the dinner arrangement or how many celebrities would be there tonight, but he did notice that while he was forced to be with his mother, drinking juice, Seryozha was with his father.
He looked so small, compared with the grown-ups, Seryozha didn't even reach his father's shoulders. But he wore a white suit and a silver-gray bow tie, so decent. When some adults taller than him questioned him, Seryozha raised his head and answered them, but he did not look ridiculous at all.
Abram suddenly panicked, but he didn't show it. It was just that he was holding the cup with one hand, but now he was holding it with both hands.
Anna is a caring mother who knows her child well and knows what this small gesture means.
"what happened, Babe."
Her second baby calmed down when she heard her voice, and shook her head back to show she was okay.
Ana watched the kid slowly sip his juice, wondering if he was bored, but yes, Abram had never liked crowds.
"Get me something to drink, okay?" Anna asked her youngest son with a smile.
Abram knew it was a hint that he could go away for a while, rather than being forced to listen to these topics that didn't interest him. But he didn't want to leave now, so he went over and got his mother a glass of cherry juice, and sat still.
Anna took the cherry juice, a little strange, but she smiled when she saw Abram looking at Seryozha from time to time.
She comforted her younger son softly: "When you are a little older, you can also be with Dad."
Mother thought it was wrong, but Abram did not refute, but nodded.
"Now you believe me, don't you?"
Flasha came over, she promised her mother today that she would be safe and sound. She also wore those dresses with lots of ribbons and lace, and her hair done up like a little lady, and new leather shoes, the kind that weren't comfortable to wear but looked good on.
She had been smiling sweetly and enduring those touches before, and her behavior made her mother very happy, so Flasha knew that it was nothing for her to rub her now.
"He is going to grow up, have you seen those children, whether he wants to or not, he will have to spend a long time dealing with them." Flascia motioned Abram to visit those noble houses with his eyes. children.
"It's going to be very fast, faster than mushrooms after the rain." She giggled, causing the adults to look in their direction and think that the two children were playing very well.
Flasha smiled for a while, then looked to another place a little lonely. The boys and girls there are all dressed in green and bright colors.
"I used to think that I was her world." Flasha whispered, she would not cry when she was really sad.
Abram could understand her. Kids like them, their peers are always a bit silly, they need to be with older kids, but that's very hard, because most of the older kids are still bullying the younger ones for fun, and the small ones seem to only grow physically Now, the brain has not kept up, so there are so few choices left for them.
Flascia used to think that her older sister Frassie was one of those rare people, but now that she has grown up, she can't always be with this little sister, so Flascia has felt abandoned for the past three months up.
Children are so arrogant and naive, so daring, don't be surprised if a child tells grown-ups that the world should be his. For them, being cared for and being good to themselves is a matter of course.
Although Abram admitted that Flasha was a bright little girl, sometimes even smarter than him, at this point, he knew that Flasha was more of a child than he was.
He understood a long time ago that even if Seryozha was his elder brother, there was no obligation to love him, but Seryozha would grow up and have his own circle. In this regard, Abram was like Like Flascia three months ago, he was a little overwhelmed by the facts.
Compared to Flasha's resentment, Abram's performance was extremely calm.
He didn't say anything, he didn't show it, he just struggled in his heart, and this conflict made him a little bit overwhelmed, so two weeks later, Abram fell ill.
The doctor said he had a cold, but it wasn't serious, but he still needed rest.
"Then he can't go to the theater tonight," said the mother to the doctor.
The doctor agreed: "Of course not, ma'am, I suggest that it is best to let him rest in bed."
Abram heard everything, and in his heart he wanted to refute, to say that he could go, but in the end he said nothing.
"You need to rest, baby," said the mother lovingly.
"Okay, Mom." Abram's voice was a little hoarse, he promised his mother, and fell asleep after taking medicine.
When he woke up in a daze, he heard the voices of Seryozha and his mother.
"I think it's better not to."
Seryozha's voice was a bit worried, and Abram could almost imagine that when the other party said this, the blue eyes were covered by the arc of the eyelashes.
"He's sick, so he can't go. But you like the play, don't you? You've been looking forward to it for a long time." The mother's gentle voice sounded.
"But we were planning to go together and he was sick."
"We'll take care of him."
Just after Abram thought that Seryozha was persuaded, he heard the other party sigh, and then said softly: "But he needs me now!"
Abram didn't listen any more, not because he didn't want to hear it himself, but after Seryozha said that, he could only think of this sentence.
After a while, he heard the bedroom door being gently pushed open.
"Ah, you're awake."
Abram smiled at Seryo after seeing him froze for a moment.
The boy came over. He was already dressed in his formal attire, a small black and white suit, and had his hair sprayed on. It looked like everything was ready, as if he would be in a theater the next moment, listening to those wonderful high notes, but he didn't .
Abram saw Seryozha come up to him and bend down to place a kiss on his forehead.
"Are you feeling better?"
Instead of answering the question, Abram said, "You've been looking forward to it for a long time."
Aware of his brother's question, Seryozha just blinked and smiled.
"It's okay, we can watch it together when you're better. We agreed, didn't we?"
Abram didn't really like the play that much, but Seryozha did. He knew that Seryozha had misunderstood, but he still didn't say anything, just said softly: "I will get better soon, and then we will be together."
When he recovers, he will accompany Seryozha to see him.
"Okay." Seryozha rubbed his hair, still smiling.
This incident may be just an episode for Sergey, but for Abram, Sergey's smile solves all problems.