The second child asked Huo Che to find a needle. If he really fell asleep while reading, he would prick him.
He gritted his teeth: "I have to read this article even if I have a headache today."
Huoche agreed.
Yaya's mother came over to say hello and sent Yaya to school. She worked the night shift and came back after sending Yaya to school. When she opened the door and entered the store, she saw the second child covering his hands and yelling,
"Brother Huo, you are too cruel, it's really pricking!"
He tapped his fingers, and Yayama saw blood.
Huo Che thought: "Don't worry, I've specially sterilized it. It's necessary to prick you to bleed. You really should read it. If you have a chance, take this book back and burn incense as an offering."
Yaya's mother gave the second child a tissue.
The second brother wiped the blood and said, "Brother Huo, what you said-"
Serious!
The second child didn't know whether he was teasing himself or telling the truth.
He looked down again.
Huo Che asked him to turn to the front page and said, "From there on, you will become confused."
The second child gave a thumbs up, "My teachers are not so strict with me."
He turned it forward and continued reading.
Yaya's mother was surprised: "You still have the potential to be a teacher."
It's also too strict.
Huo Che smiled: "This is what he must do."
Yaya's mother chatted for a few more words, went back to wash clothes and catch up on her sleep. Yaya had lunch at school at noon. She went to school to pick Yaya back in the afternoon. Yaya walked ahead and jumped up and asked her mother:
"Have you seen brother Jiang Yang?"
Yaya's mother thinks that this girl is too much, she remembers how handsome she is so clearly at a young age.
Still remember it.
As soon as they turned the corner, they saw Lao Er squatting on the edge of the curb, holding a cigarette in his hand and letting the wind smoke.
Yaya: "Damn it, I'm crying."
"What the hell!"
Yaya's mother glared at her, imitating the good ones and the bad ones, and perfectly imitated the way they usually call her "Lao Er".
Yaya's mother walked over and said, "Damn-cough, second brother, what's wrong with you?"
The second child couldn't stop crying, "Huo, Brother Huo is so cruel."
He held out five fingers, all of which had needle holes.
"As for what?"
YaYa's mother was suspicious. She was an adult and the five needle holes were almost healed, yet she was still crying so sadly.
Snapped!
The second child cried until he was sad and slapped himself again.
Yaya's mother and Yaya were startled, "What are you doing?"
"Stop the pain!"
The second child asked the mother and daughter to leave him alone and he would be fine if he cried for a while.
Yaya's mother was impressed. This method of relieving pain really looked like she would hit her foot with a table and then bang on the wall to relieve the pain. She thought it was just her, but it turned out to be universal.
Yaya asked with concern: "Second uncle, do you need me to help you relieve the pain?"
She stretched out her little hand.
YaYa's mother hurriedly pulled YaYa away.
The second child wiped his tears. The slap he just gave was not to relieve the pain, but to hit himself.
Just like the sister in the book told her friends that Silly Charlie was picked up by her parents because they felt sorry for him and was ashamed to admit that Charlie was her biological brother, the second child was also ashamed to admit that he never let his classmates come to play at home when he was a child.
When he was playing on the street, he met his brother. His brother smiled silly at him, and he told his classmates that he was his neighbor.
During festivals, when he went outside to watch the lanterns and fireworks, he never went because when he went, his brother would clamor to go too. He was afraid of being embarrassed by taking his eldest son out, and he was afraid that passers-by would even look at him sympathetically.
On the body.
After his parents passed away, the second child once thought about running away and getting rid of this burden. From then on, he lived a normal life, carefree and carefree. He even broke up with a blind date because he disliked his brother.
time, put it into practice.
He took his luggage to the train station.
Then, he remembered his childhood.
The neighbor said that her mother threw his brother on the train. He went back crying and told his mother, don't throw his brother away, she will raise him when he grows up.
The second child didn't board the train in the end, he went back.
Even so, he often felt that his boss was a burden to him. He vented any unhappiness at work or emotions on him when he returned home, but the boss just laughed. When he was deceived and bought some smart pills, he scolded him.
He was there for several days.
But he never thought that the giggling boss was as sad as him. The boss was like Charlie in the book, trapped in a maze and unable to get out. He tried many ways to get closer to the one he loved, but in the end he just couldn't get out.
Able to respond with a "hehe" smile.
before.
The second child thought it was "that empty, blank, stupid smile!"
Now.
The article told him, "No, that's a warm and sincere smile because you want others to like you."
He lit another cigarette, gathered his thoughts, and returned to the store, "Brother Huo, you are right, I will go back and donate this magazine."
Huo Che asked him to have a cigarette, "Don't you want to know who the author of this book is?"
The second child: "Do you know him?"
Huo Che flicked the ashes from his cigarette and said, "He is planning to build a sandbox recently. It is quite big and will require a lot of materials. You can come and help over the weekend."
The model train sandbox uses plywood, foam rubber, gypsum board and the like.
Jiang Yang wants something big.
Huo Che will catch a strong man now.
The second child suspected that he was lying to him just to make him work.
Seeing that he didn't believe it, Huo Che pointed to the author's name next to the magazine article and said, "Jiang Yang, Jiang Yang, you wanted to sell lessons to others this morning."
"I go!"
The second child pointed in the direction where Jiang Yang disappeared, and then pointed at the magazine, "I'll go!"
He grabbed Huo Che's cigarette and said, "Just leave me alone."
He put it in his mouth, took it down, and burned his lips. "I'll go," he hurriedly spit it out.
"Then, then this article——"
He pointed to the cake shop next door.
Huo Che picked up the cigarette butts and nodded.
"I go!"
The second child didn’t know what to say.
His mood was complicated. He touched his pocket, looking for a cigarette, but couldn't find it. Huo Che handed him the cigarette he had picked up. He took it and took a puff. He smoked so hard that he choked, just like chili pepper.
It felt like he was choking, and he couldn't help but cough, bending over and coughing.
He felt that if his mother was still alive, she would be very happy.
There are two things she hates most in her life, one is bringing her eldest son into this world, and the other is leaving her eldest son in this world. Now, if her mother knows that someone has such great kindness towards her eldest son, she must be very happy.
As for him——
He has an older brother who is written into the book, which is something many people would not be proud of!
The wind chimes are ringing.
Yaya opened the door and came in, looking at the second brother strangely: "Second uncle, why are you still crying?"
Huo Che: "The cigarette butt burned my mouth."
Yaya nodded: "Smoking is indeed harmful to health!"
She was concerned about her second child: "Can you use me to relieve your pain?"
Her hands were eager to try.
"Need not!"
The second child put out his cigarette butt and said to Huo Che: "I will definitely come on the weekend."
"Um."
Huo Che nodded.
Yaya sat on a chair and asked, "Is Brother Jiangyang here?"
The second child glanced at the rickshaw.
Huo Che shook his head, "Why are you looking for him? I'll tell you a story."
Huo Che found that the little girl was a little superstitious about Jiang Yang and felt that the story he told was the best.
Jiang Yang is indeed good at writing stories.
On this day, Jiang Yang was copying "The Long Night Is Hard to See" in Li Qingning's office.
He has now learned a new method of mining memory, which is similar to solving math problems. By using what he has written, when he has no inspiration, he tries to write down. If his thoughts suddenly become smoother, he has remembered it. If
The more you write, the more confused you become, so delete it and go back to the original place and continue writing until you find the part where your memory comes back.
This method works quite well.
I've finished copying a quarter of it now, and the story is probably out.
Then--
Sister Chen found that it was really difficult for Liu Tao to get this book.