After my father passed away, the family lost a source of income, and my mother was always busy supporting the family. In the morning, she will pre-cook two dishes, one meat and one vegetarian, put them in the refrigerator, and then set the time for the rice cooker. In this way, when we come home from school, we only need to use the microwave oven to heat up the dishes.
During the winter vacation when I was eleven years old, it was very cold, and it snowed heavily in the south. That was the first time in my life that I saw real snow, soft, cold, covering the sky, and dyed the whole world white.
And when the snow fell the heaviest, I vomited so faintly while holding the toilet, I even wanted to vomit bile.
After vomiting, there will be a short period of comfort, about five or six minutes, and then there will be endless stomach pains and a strong desire to vomit.
Sheng Minou heard the noise and came to the door of the bathroom. He didn't approach me from a distance. After watching for a while, he asked in a non-concerned tone: "How are you, do you want to go to the hospital?"
I pressed the water pump, turned around and waved at him with tears and snot in my eyes.
"No... nothing, no need to go."
The tragic death of my father caused a considerable psychological shadow on me. For a long time, I was always inexplicably repulsed by the hospital. So even at that time, I was so uncomfortable that I was about to die, I firmly said that I didn't need to go to the hospital.
At that time, Sheng Minou just felt that he "should" ask a question, so he asked. Since I don't need help after asking, it's my business, so he didn't ask any more questions, and turned back to his bedroom.
I sat on the bathroom floor and rested for a while, got up shaking and went back to the room, curled up on the bed and endured bouts of stomach discomfort.
I endured it until nine o'clock in the evening, and the dull pain turned into a severe cramping pain. The discomfort did not improve, but became more serious.
Cold sweat kept coming out of every pore on my body. The pain caused me to gradually lose strength, and I had double images when I saw things.
This state made me realize that if I don't go to the hospital, my mother will probably collect my body when I get home.
Holding up the last bit of strength with my thoughts, I stepped out of the bedroom step by step and knocked on the door of Sheng Mingou's room.
Our houses are actually adjacent to each other. The original large bedroom was divided into two rooms. And because of the later revision, Sheng Minou's room had no windows at all, it was cramped and stuffy, and it always looked very dark.
Later he moved away, and my mother used his house as a warehouse, piled up in a mess.
"Brother..." I struggled to move to the door of his bedroom and knocked on the door.
After a while, there was the sound of going down to the ground, and soon Sheng Minou opened the door and appeared in front of me.
He was fifteen years old at the time, and he had already started to twitch. He was much taller than me, so that when he stood close, I had to raise my head to meet his gaze.
"Brother, I feel bad." I couldn't hold on anymore, I clutched my stomach, and fell into his arms.
He supported me, staggered two steps back, and told me to stand up first.
"I don't have the strength..." At the age of eleven, I'm still a child, and I can still hold on when I don't have any support. When I have support and peace of mind, I also become vulnerable, "Brother, I feel like I'm going to die... It's cold for a while, and it's hot for a while... "
Sheng Minou touched my forehead with his hand and said, "You seem to have a fever."
No wonder I didn't have any strength in my body, I leaned more and more on the boy in front of me, and said everything with a crying voice: "Brother, will I die?"
Sheng Minou probably thought that I was in a coma, so he held me up and threw me on the sofa, then picked up the phone in the living room and dialed a number.
After a few calls, the other person picked up, Sheng Minou's voice was obviously worried, but his expression was completely separated, as calm as a lake covered in heavy snow, without a trace of waves.
"Mom, Afeng seems to be sick. I'm going to take him to see a doctor now. You can come to the hospital directly after get off work."
My mother asked him anxiously whether it was serious or not, and he answered them one by one, and told her not to worry, saying that he would take care of it.
After hanging up the phone, Sheng Minou went to his room to change clothes, then went to my room to get a thick coat for me to put on.
Taking the key, he walked towards the door without any intention of helping me.
I took two steps, squatted on the ground clutching my stomach, and couldn't move a step. Seeing that I didn't keep up, he turned around and came back to me.
"Can't you walk?"
I raised my head, with tears in my eyes, and sniffed at him: "Yeah."
He frowned, and the word "trouble" almost appeared on his face. I bit my lip, tears flickering in my eyes.
Suddenly, Sheng Minou squatted down in front of me.
I was taken aback for a moment, and then I heard him say, "Come up, I'll carry you on my back."
It is no exaggeration to say that a line of words popped up in my mind at that moment, and that line of words read - only an elder brother is good in the world, and a child with an elder brother is like a treasure.
I blinked, blinked away the tears that were about to overflow my eyes, and hurriedly climbed onto his back.
Sheng Minou took some effort to stand up, and then went out the door with my back on his back.
The road was slippery in rainy and snowy days, it was hard to get a car, and the road near our house was relatively sideways. Sheng Minou stood on the side of the road for a while, seeing that there was no car coming, he had to try his luck at the intersection ahead.
"Brother... my stomach hurts..." I curled up on his back, my head and face covered by a fur-edged down hat, forming a very safe and warm small space.
Sheng Min'ou may have been a little itchy from the fur on my hat, so he tilted his head.
"It doesn't hurt when I get to the hospital."
He always takes an attitude of ignoring my nagging and repeating two coquettish sentences, but sometimes he will choose to answer me when he gets annoyed by the question.
The snow fell so hard that it fell in flakes on the top of his hair and even on his thick black eyelashes. When he blinked, it melted into water and slid down the corners of his eyes, mixing with the sweat on his temples.
I wiped the back of my hand for him, and couldn't help asking: "...Brother, will I die?"
Usually I am not that afraid of death, but maybe at that time I was young and very weak due to illness, so I always thought a lot and seemed very inexplicable.
Sheng Min'ou didn't answer my question, and walked slowly on the snow step by step, observing whether there were empty cars passing by from time to time.
"Brother, I feel bad... I feel like I'm going to die..."
Sheng Minou lifted me up, breathing unsteadily, and said, "No." Every time he said a word, a puff of white mist would come out of his mouth.
In the distance, a car with a green plate was slowly approaching. Sheng Minou hurriedly stepped forward and waved, and my attention was also attracted.
The taxi pulled up, Sheng Minou opened the rear door, then put me on the ground, pressed my hat and stuffed me into the car.
"You... hate it, how could you... just say... die."
With the sound of closing the door, vaguely, I seemed to hear him add another sentence to what he said before, but at that time, I completely lost the thought of acting like a baby with him because of the severe stomach pain that rose again, so I could only shrink in the back seat Trembling, he missed the opportunity to confirm with him.
I'm usually not a person who gets sick easily. Even if I get sick, I usually recover quickly, and I can be alive and well within two days at most. But that acute gastritis, I was hung up in the hospital for three full days. My mother took a day off from her part-time job, and she couldn't leave after that, so she had to let Sheng Mingou stay with me in the hospital.
It takes five or six hours to hang the water. I have a bed, and I can sleep when I am tired, but Sheng Minou can only sit on an uncomfortable wooden chair and observe the infusion situation all the time, and he cannot rest well when he is tired.
On the second day of the infusion, I actually felt much better and the fever subsided. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Sheng Minou.
He propped his chin, leaned his elbows on the edge of my bed, tilted his head slightly and stared at the infusion bag above, looking bored and tired.
I moved my hands, and he noticed that I was awake, and turned his gaze.
After the pain was gone, I had a new understanding of life and life. I began to love everything in this world, the snow outside the window, the chirping birds, the noisy crowd, my mother and Sheng Minou.
Especially my mother and Sheng Minou.
I used the hand with the infusion needle to pull Sheng Minou's sleeve, feeling a soft, swollen emotion in my heart, and some strange self-movements.
"Brother, when I grow up, I will be filial to you and my mother." My physical strength has not yet fully recovered, so my voice is a little weak, but it is clear enough for Sheng Minou to hear clearly.
Sheng Minou propped his chin, raised his eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up in a funny way.
"Filial to me?"
I was afraid that he wouldn't believe me, so I tightened my fingers unconsciously, and said with an emphatic tone: "Well, when I grow up and work and earn money, I will treat you very well, better than others."
Children are very naive, thinking that they can work when they grow up, and that money can make people happy. At that time, I never thought about another possibility in my life. When I grew up, I not only failed to contribute to society, but also became a burden on society...possibility.
Sheng Min'ou stared at me for a long time, the astonishment in his eyes was gradually smoothed away, and it all turned into indifference.
He said, "Okay, whatever you want."
To him, it was just a child's talk, and I'm afraid he didn't want to take it seriously from the moment he heard it. But for me, I remember every scene of that day clearly, and every word comes from the heart without any adulteration.
Sheng Minou always feels that all my words and deeds towards him, those annoying, annoying, and annoying things, are all because of the immoral love that cannot be expressed. Qi Yang and I have lived and died together, and the quarrel that we are in now is all due to our perverted desire to monopolize him.
Actually not.
At least not all of them.
What I love about him is partly because he is my beloved, and partly because he has always been my beloved brother.
I said that I will treat him well, and I will take care of him for my father, and I will never break my promise.
Even if he is not rare.
The porridge on the stove was overflowing, I regained my senses, turned off the fire in a panic, and started looking for rags everywhere, only to find that there was no such thing in Sheng Minou's kitchen, so I had to settle for the next best thing, and quickly pulled a few Paper towels are placed on the spilled rice soup.
At the same time, there was a noise from the bedroom. I looked at the time and guessed that Sheng Minou must have woken up. I quickly turned off the fire and walked quickly towards the bedroom.
Passing through the dining room and coming to the corridor, I stopped and met Sheng Minou who came out of the bedroom. He didn't seem to expect that I was still there, and the way he looked at me blankly while holding the doorknob seemed a bit ridiculous.
"Hi~" I greeted him, "I made porridge, do you want some?"
That, do you have any... That's it, Little Star? If so, give me a little, okay? QQ