Afterglow was crying for help in the clouds, and the sun was finally drowned. At night, I wandered the streets and dared not go home.
The phone that I just stuffed into my schoolbag suddenly vibrated. I shuddered. My hands trembled and took off my schoolbag to search. The phone might be caught in a book by me. I can only hear its sound. Crazy.
Ten seconds later, the shock stopped abruptly, and my heart also came to a sudden stop.
Soon, the old man's phone in the pocket of my school uniform rang again. With sweaty hands, I dropped the phone to the ground several times. I didn't care about the dust, so I knelt on the ground in embarrassment to answer the call.
My brother’s voice on the phone was full of anger. He yelled at me, where would he go to cause trouble if he didn’t go home at night? Get out!
I felt a little more relieved, at least my brother would still scold me, he didn't want me.
I went to the pharmacy to buy several scald medicines, and bought a box of strawberries for my brother to eat at the fruit shop next to the community to let him calm down. I knew I was mad at him this time, and he would definitely not forgive me easily, but He loves me very much. As long as I hold him and speak nicely, he will have to talk to me.
When I got home, my brother had just taken a shower and came out of the bathroom with a layer of scald medicine on his left hand. He glanced at me and asked me coldly, "Where did I go."
I was stabbed all over by his indifferent gaze, and he explained: "Buy you strawberries..."
"It's too late, don't eat." My brother put on his bathrobe, rubbed the soles of his shoes from his feet, and went to sleep in the bedroom on the first floor. He locked the door, and I stood outside and knocked. There was a loud noise, as if my brother had smashed something over and made me shut up.
My brain was frozen for ten minutes. I stood facing the door in a daze. I was frightened and my fingers trembled and couldn't hold things. Strawberries rolled all over the floor.
I dare not use the two short and two long secret calls between us to summon him, because I am no longer sure that he will open the door and take me away as before. My magic is invalid. Now I am a honey bag. Flying, he didn't catch me when he flew towards my brother.
I really want to admit my mistake to him because I hurt him. If he doesn't save me, we are all happy, but I didn't think about it at that time. If he didn't save me, he would not be my brother.
I try to learn the logic of adults to think, and I feel tired after only one minute of thinking. My brother must be very tired too. If he let me into the house now, I won’t sleep all night, just watch over him and change the dressing for him. If he hurts, I will help him blow. In case he is crying behind my back, I really want to coax him. Coax him to stop crying.
I haven't eaten since this afternoon, and I seem to be very hungry. I sat down with my back against the door, picked up strawberries on the ground to eat, and waited for my brother to open the door by the way. My brother will definitely open the door. He was only angry for a while, and soon he felt sorry for me. He couldn't bear to wait so long on the cold floor.
There are 24 strawberries in a box. I eat slowly and leave the most beautiful shape to my brother. When he comes to open the door, I will put it in his mouth.
He did not come out.
The most beautiful one has 249 seeds.
The sound-controlled light in the corridor went out. I sat in the dark and made a wish. My birthday is still far away, so I had to advance my birthday wish temporarily. I want my brother to take care of me quickly. No, I said my wish, it doesn't work anymore, my brother won't pay attention to me anymore.
I am afraid of many things, dark, indifferent old brothers, and new brothers. I am afraid that the new brother is better than me, healthier than me, physically or mentally. I dared not sleep, I was afraid of dreaming that my brother smiled at the new brother, and then I became a murderer holding the new brother's bleeding head.
I didn't dare to make a sound, and quietly turned on the phone to illuminate. The first thing I saw was the lock screen photo—my brother was smiling with his eyes bent, and I leaned against him and embraced him.
This is my favorite one. We took a group photo on a whim under the street lights at night, with moths breaking into the camera, and my brother was like an elf at night. The light slanted in my brother's eyes. There was a bird in his eye, and that bird was me.
I don’t like this picture anymore. I look like mold spots on my brother’s body.