Where can a younger sister be asked to carry her older brother on her back?
Zhao Qinglan has a dark face.
"I'll carry you."
Zhao Qingyuan laughed dryly and whispered: "I just fell down and was able to walk on my own."
Zhao Qinglan frowned: "Jing Jing, you probably don't want to be watched by more people."
Okay_!
His sister always tells the truth. She may not listen to him.
However, considering that I am such a big person, I am half a head taller than my sister. I feel really sorry to have my sister who is so much smaller than me carry her on my back.
Glancing at his sister, Zhao Qingyuan whispered: "Your brother is quite heavy."
"Very light."
Zhao Qinglan told a fact.
"..."
Zhao Qingyuan was silent.
It seems that is indeed the case. Considering the strength of his sister, carrying him on her back may be no different from carrying a bunch of green onions or a cabbage.
"Then, okay."
Carrying someone behind her back, Zhao Qinglan looked up at her brother's classmate.
"Thank you."
Zhao Qinglan is a principled person. Others have helped her brother, so she deserves a thank you.
"Haha, that's right. Your brother and I are friends."
Zhang Yanli is Zhao Qingyuan's classmate and his oldest friend. They have been together since the first grade and have always been in the same class. They are usually very good friends. They would hang out together on Saturdays and Sundays.
Glancing at Zhao Qinglan, Zhang Yanli looked at Zhao Qingyuan with envy.
"Brother, I really envy you. You have such a good sister. A man who is capable of both literary and military skills treats you so well."
Really, I’m so envious that I don’t want it.
Especially, knowing martial arts is so cool.
Before that, they only knew that Zhao Qingyuan's sister was a top student, with perfect scores and being the first in her grade. Unexpectedly, she was not only good at studies, her martial arts skills were also at the ceiling level.
I heard praise for my sister.
Zhao Qingyuan glanced at him with a proud look on his face.
"It's useless to be envious, you don't have it."
Zhang Yanli touched his head and said, "Who said that? Who among us will follow whom? Isn't your sister mine?"
Zhao Qingyuan was stunned and complained.
"I think you want to eat shit."
"It's impossible to steal my sister."
"Tch..." Zhang Yanli rolled his eyes, "Look at how stingy you are, as if you don't have a younger sister."
"You didn't."
"Who said that."
"You didn't."
Unable to refute.
Because, he really didn’t.
Otherwise, go back and let your parents have a second child
"I'm so angry. From now on, I'll break up with you."
"Oh, are you sure? Even if we break up, you still don't have a sister."
Listening to such boring and childish dialogue, Zhao Qinglan's forehead was filled with black lines.
"We're leaving first."
No longer staying.
Zhao Qinglan carried her brother home. Oh, heading towards home.
On the way home, Zhao Qinglan walked very quickly, even though she was carrying someone on her back, she walked very easily.
In the rain.
Zhao Qingyuan held an umbrella for the two of them.
"Sister, are you tired? I'm useless. If I fall, you still have to carry me."
"Sister, do you think that I am a waste and not as good as other brothers?"
"No."
"Sister, you are so kind."
"Shut up, you."
"Sure enough, you still dislike me."
Zhao Qinglan sighed.
"Have you ever seen someone I carried on my back?"
I can't help it. If it were anyone else, how could I be treated like this?
"I'm touched, sister, you are such a considerate little cotton-padded jacket."
On what it is like to have a very strong sister. Zhao Qingyuan tells you from personal experience that it is really good, enjoyable and enjoyable.
I’m just a little embarrassed to be seen.
After all, he is already a grown man.
Although there is an umbrella, you will get wet if you walk back like this.
Originally, she was going to take a taxi, but she didn't see one during the whole journey. There were taxis passing by. Because it was a rainy day, the cars were all occupied.
Fortunately, it's close to home, so she can get there soon. Of course, if her brother hadn't fainted from Qing Gong, she would have gotten home faster.
When Zhao Qinglan arrived home, she shocked Mother Zhao.
"Oh my god, what happened.
How did it get like this?
"Come in quickly."
"Mom, it's okay, I just fell."
Hear this.
Zhao Qinglan’s last shot.
"That is, sliding down the stairs."
"Ahem, accident, these are all accidents."
It’s really embarrassing.
He was talking to a friend at the time, and then he felt his feet slip and he fell down. He didn't even give him any time to prepare. Oh, what a bad luck.
Put the person on the sofa.
"It's just a skin injury."
"Huh, that's good."
When she walked to her son, Mother Zhao took his hand and checked it carefully. Feeling uneasy, she picked up his pants and took a look.
The legs were covered in black and blue, and there were several bloody abrasions on the knees.
As the saying goes, the pain is in the child's body, but the pain is in the mother's heart.
Looking at it, I really feel sorry for her.
"Why aren't you more careful?"
"You're so stupid, forget it."
"Hey, Mom, if you are so stupid, you won't have a son."
"Bah, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Looking at her son's legs, Zhao's mother frowned slightly.
"It's quite serious. Mom will take you to the hospital for a checkup."
"Which hospital should I go to? Mom, I have this minor injury and it's like being slaughtered. A bottle of tetanus medicine, plus an anti-inflammatory drug. Or bruises and bruises can be cured with just one patch of ointment. Go to the hospital and arrange for the X-rays to be taken.
, and then give a bunch of medicine, no matter whether you can finish it or not. In short, thousands of them are gone in one wave."
This is true.
However, who as a parent would care about that little money? The health of the child must be the most important thing.