It is no longer as gorgeous as wildfire, and it has no attractive fragrance. Everything in sight is just a pile of withered waste. How can it be a waste? I slapped myself in the face. That's his soul!
It was too late to see him, but he disappeared in the midnight storm and never came back. On that almost maddening night, I curled up in the corner and looked at the window hit by the rain. Tears soaked my face. I cried. Why did you leave me? Why did you leave like this? Didn't you say you would come to my house to play with me every day after the exam? You lied to me! You don't keep your word!
Mom and dad came running, hugged me and hugged me tightly. I struggled in my dad's arms. He's gone, so he must go. Dad, you know, I can't live without him. Dad-mom-I cried so hard that I couldn't see clearly what was in front of me. I only remember two pairs of eyes swollen like walnuts and a cry that tore my heart out. I fainted.
Only that delicate rose is quiet.
( 1)
I still remember that warm spring, when wicker brushed my rosy cheeks. I stood on the mound and embraced nature with open arms. He ran over and put his hand behind his back. "Guess what's behind me?" "I can't guess." He held a large bunch of orange wildflowers above his head. "Wow, it's beautiful. Give it to me. " I stood on tiptoe to grab the flowers in his hand, and he hid behind me. I ran behind him and he lifted them to the top of his head. "You give it to me, you give it to me, damn it!" "If I don't give it to you, I won't give it to you." Then he ran away and I went after him. "Give it to me, you are so annoying." "Who said this flower is for you? I won't give it to you. " We chased it on the green grass. When we are exhausted, we sit on the grass. He pinched the biggest one and stuck it in my hair behind my ear. "Brother, am I beautiful?" I blushed. "Well, beautiful, can my sister not be beautiful?" "Brother, I am really happy with you." In fact, at that time, he didn't know that my favorite flower was rose.
That was eight years ago, and it is still fresh in my memory. We named this wild flower because it is orange, like the sun, so we called it sunflower.
(2)
I remember one early summer, I tied a ponytail and vowed to have long hair, because he once said in my ear that girls should have long hair and be elegant and refined like angels.
That day, I ran to his room and he was fast asleep. I opened his towel quilt.
"The sun is shining on your ass, get up!"
"What are you doing? Let me get some sleep. Tired of it. " He half-closed his eyes and then closed them again.
"I told you not to get up, I told you not to get up, see how I tidy up you! ! "I picked up his towel and threw it on the sofa.
He finally got up and sat on the bed, looking angry.
"Hey, do you want to mess with me? Come on, what do you want me to do with you? "
"Your mother asked me to dig shepherd's purse in the back and give me a bag of jiaozi to eat at noon. Don't you cry for jiaozi with shepherd's purse every day? "
He jumped out of bed when I finished. "Really? That's great. Let's go. " He went to the back hill with me without brushing his teeth.
I don't remember digging vegetables in the mountains that day. I only remember that day, we went to the mountains to catch grasshoppers all day and didn't come back until evening. We dug up a bunch of weeds and went home to muddle through. As a result, I was severely reprimanded by my parents.
He is not related to me by blood, just because we live in a general building. His family lives upstairs and mine lives downstairs. His parents and mine are colleagues, classmates and friends. Therefore, he is my childhood friend and my only childhood friend.
He is two and a half years older than me. I usually call him brother, but he always calls me sister. In the whole general building, our two families are like a family.
(3)
"Brother, what is your ideal?" When my hair grows to the waist, when I have grown into a slim girl, my brother has also grown into a full-fledged sunshine boy with a sunny smile and shallow dimples.
"When a painter, do my own show and let people who love me appreciate my work. Sister, where is your ideal? "
"My ideal is not as lofty as yours. I just want to open a greenhouse and be with those lovely flowers every day, which is simple and comfortable. "
"That we grow up, with our own hands to open a joint venture, the most beautiful greenhouse, put your favorite flowers? By the way, sister, what's your favorite flower? "
This is a rose.
My brother was admitted to the best high school in our city with excellent cultural scores and innate obsession with art.
And I'm still in junior high school.
"Sister, you must be admitted to this key high school so that I can take care of you again."
I nodded mercilessly.
My academic performance is not bad. I don't deny that I have talent, but what I lack is diligence. In my class, I am only above average. From then on, I studied hard just to be admitted to No.1 Middle School.
(4)
Time always flies, and in a blink of an eye, I am a senior three.
And the time thing, people are often unpredictable.
On New Year's Day that year, my brother took two days off, a rare two days off. Except his parents, he gave me the rest of the time.
"Brother, I'm in a bad mood. Can you go out with me? "
My brother was silent. He put on his coat and hat and went downstairs with me.
"Elder brother, the teacher put me down to the last row, just because I didn't pass the math exam. The head teacher teaches math, and he doesn't like me. You know, for me, learning math well is more difficult than going to heaven. Brother, I don't want to go to school. "
"What did you say? When you encounter such a small matter, you just stagnate, and then you go to society. There are many things more complicated than this, isn't it math? Can't you make a fuss, take out half of your enthusiasm for learning Chinese, and make the teacher sit up and take notice? " Brother is a little angry.
"Elder brother, you know, I-"
"You worthless girl, don't say it again. This is a waste of my pain. " My brother said, and walked on without me, never looking back.
I cried. I squatted on the ground and cried. Cars are coming and going on the road, and people all see my sad face. I didn't care that much. I let my tears flow freely and my eyes blurred. There is a cold wind blowing, and my face looks like it has been cut.
"Fan Xiao, Fan Xiao ..." I heard someone calling me. I rubbed my eyes and saw that it was my brother. He waved to me with my favorite Sugar-Coated Berry. I covered my face and ran away.
"Fan Xiao, Fan Xiao, don't be angry, okay?" My brother chased me as fast as he could. Hearing this, I ran faster.
My brother missed it. At his speed, he can catch up with me in three or two steps at ordinary times. I was glad that I was so fast that day, but I turned my head back subconsciously.
Not far behind me, there are many people around. I didn't see my brother in the crowd, so I went to join in the fun. What happened?
In the crowd, I really didn't find my brother, so I skipped a sense of foreboding. Among the crowd is a sewer without a manhole cover. I squeezed into the crowd like crazy and put my head into the well.
I found my brother in the well. His body was twisted in the thick curved iron pipe of the sewer, his eyes half open and his face was painful. He tried to stand up. But I can't move my body.
"Brother-"My brother heard my voice and his lips quivered. I know he is smiling at me. Then he frowned and slowly closed his eyes.
"Elder brother, what's wrong with you, elder brother, you wake up, elder brother-"I cried and jumped into the sewer.
Just then, the ambulance came and the medical staff came soon. They let me out. Because the wellhead is too small, I can only go to one person at a time. My brother weighed 140 kilograms at that time, so it was impossible to pull him out. Finally, they tied his brother with a rope. After 40 minutes, my brother was pulled up.
My brother was carried on a stretcher, and I got into an ambulance, which flew by. I was in the car and my brother never woke up. No matter how I pinch him and hit him, he still won't wake up.
............
My brother was pushed into the emergency room. The doctor asked me his home phone number and informed his parents. I sat on the bench, staring at the ceiling, my eyes glazed over. After a while, my aunt and uncle came, along with my parents. Their eyes were red and they kept asking me about it. I just squatted there and cried desperately.
Twenty minutes later, the door of the emergency room opened and my brother was pushed out. They quickly surrounded the doctor and asked about the situation. I dare not go with them. I only remember that my brother's mother fainted on the spot. I don't know the situation. I am stupefied.
(5)
During the winter vacation, my parents told me that my brother had a broken spine and was unconscious from the waist down. God, isn't that paralysis? I can't believe this fact I shook my head hard. "It's true, son. This is already a fact. "
"no! ! ! ! ! It's not true! ! ! ! ! "I ran out of the house crying and ran to the hospital as fast as I could.
I came to the hospital alone and came to the ward of the hospital. My brother is very popular with women. At the door, I can see all kinds of nutrients and fruits on the table in the ward, and there are many girls around my brother's bed.
"Brother, I ran to my brother's bed as fast as I could, and he saw me, as if he was not ready, dreaming in the quilt."
After the girls left, my brother's head stuck out of the quilt and stared at me deeply.
I saw my brother's pale and haggard face.
"Brother, I'm sorry." I put my hand into his quilt and squeezed his leg.
My brother didn't even notice.
In front of him, I shed tears again.
He lifted my face with trembling hands, wiped the tears from my eyes with his thumb and smiled.
"My good sister, don't cry, cry again is not beautiful. I don't blame you, really. "
"You disfigure me, brother. If this can change your health, I would rather be disfigured by you. "
"Silly girl, how can I have the heart to ruin your face? I love you too late. "
My brother wants to drink milk with him. I poured the milk out of the thermos, put a pillow on my brother's pillow, and fed him spoon by spoon. But accidentally, my long hair slipped down a lock and landed on my brother's face. He gently pinned his hair behind my ear with his hand.
"Sister, you have grown up." When I smiled, I blew him hot milk with a spoon. Suddenly, my brother grabbed my hand with a spoon and the milk in the spoon spilled on my brother's quilt. The spoon fell to the ground and made a very crisp sound.
Fan Xiao, I love you.
Brother, I love you, too.
"You don't call me brother, ok? We are not related by blood at all. You always call me brother, and I always call you sister. In the eyes of others, we have always been brother and sister. I can only keep brother and sister relationship with you in front of others? Do you know how much my heart hurts whenever I call you sister and whenever you call me brother? Growing up, I have relied on you, spoiled you, got used to your humanity, and got used to your moodiness. Why? What's all this for? There is only one reason, because I love ... "
"Brother, please stop talking ... I don't want to hear it."
"You don't call me brother, I hate it when you call me brother, you go, you go for me! ! ! ! "My brother is angry.
I can't believe these sudden words. My brother, who has hurt me for more than ten years, doesn't even treat me as a sister. In my heart, he is my brother and my own brother. I have no relatives in this city. I regard him as my only close companion. His position in my mind is irreplaceable by any friend of the opposite sex. I know it's not love.
I only have a crush on him.
Looking at his slightly closed eyes, I tucked him in.
"Say, remember to drink the milk, it won't taste good when it's cold." I left the bed and walked to the door. I could feel his fiery eyes staring at me, but I didn't look back. I met his parents at the door. They asked me to stay for dinner, but I turned them down.
(6)
My birthday is on a snowy day. That day, I was in the hospital with my brother. No birthday cake, no colorful candles, only my brother's deep hoarse voice.
Will you remember the diary you wrote yesterday today? ......
Who rolled up your long hair and made your wedding dress? ......
This is you at the same table, which my brother often sings to me, but his beloved Bordeaux guitar is missing beside him.
Fan Xiao, I have a present for you.
"I don't want any gifts, I just want to be with you."
"Silly girl, the present is under the bed."
I crouched down and found a box under the bed. The box was opened.
"What is this?" I asked.
"Open it and you will know."
I closed my eyes and slowly opened the lid. A pair of pink cotton boots caught my eye, lined with white wool rings. It's beautiful.
"Small any. Your feet are always frozen in winter. Try it on. "
I put my foot into these beautiful boots, and a warm feeling immediately rose from the soles of my feet and went straight to my whole body.
"Say, is it nice?" I remember that my brother couldn't turn around, so he couldn't see my feet.
So I sat on his bed and raised my feet high.
"Fan Xiao, you only belong to pink in my eyes. You are as charming as pink, as lovely as pink, as naive as pink ... "
That night, under the light of the ward, I talked with my brother for a long time until I fell asleep in my brother's hospital bed, with a happy smile on my face.
(7)
The winter vacation passed quickly, and I threw myself into the intense study life of senior three.
The sunshine in May warms people's hearts. I pushed my brother and wheelchair to the bridge. Looking at the sparkling river in the sun, my brother looks serene.
"Yan, I remember when we were young." The warm wind messed up my long hair.
"Yes, time flies. It has been more than ten years. " My brother said quietly.
"Say, you are still the same."
"Fan Xiao, when you grow up, promise me that you will be good. You must be good."
"Go ahead, what are you going to say?"
"Small any, tomorrow afternoon, I want to do surgery, you know? My aorta has been transposed and I have to have an operation, but the success rate of the operation is very low, maybe even less than 50%. I'm afraid ... "
I put my hand over my brother's mouth. "Don't talk nonsense. You always taught me to be optimistic. Where have you been? Don't think too much, you will succeed. "
I put my hand on my brother's shoulder and looked at the calm lake.
"Fan Xiao, I'm so happy."
Brother didn't speak again. I only remember that it was May 6th, 2002.
The next afternoon, my brother was pushed into the operating room. The doctor is not sure about the operation. Without this operation, my brother's tricuspid valve will close and won't last for three months. So, this operation is gambling with death.
At 7 o'clock in the evening, my brother was pushed out. Thankfully, the operation was very successful and smooth, but it took 48 hours to observe. Hearing the news, the audience finally breathed a sigh of relief.
My brother was transferred to the observation ward, and I made up my brother's old bed with the nurse. When I opened the pillow to tidy my brother's sheets, I found a pencil drawing under the pillow, which was drawn by my brother: a boy was lying in a hospital bed, a girl was feeding him with a spoon, and the boy was tucking a strand of hair that the girl had slipped behind her ear. I know, that boy is my brother and that girl is me.
My brother has a deep foundation in painting. Usually, his hand holding the cup will shake and he needs someone to feed him. In this painting, his pen is sonorous and soft, and the picture is clean. In the sun, I found words on the back of the painting. I turned the picture upside down. Sure enough, there are words, and the font is crooked. This is a letter for me-
Sister:
Although I don't want to call you that, and I haven't called you that for a long time, I should call you sister before I leave.
I know, in your heart, I am just your brother. I already knew everything from your eyes that day, and this ending was what I expected in advance. But do you know how happy I am to hear that you no longer call me brother? Sick people will not be happy, what's more, I am a cripple, but you know what? This half year is the best, happiest and shortest period of my ten years with you. You are a kind boy. You are afraid of hurting me, and you cheat in good faith because you care about my brother. Actually, I know all this. I never blamed you. Really, I never blamed you from beginning to end. But I'm sad. I cried. But then, I thought about it, having a good sister like you is a blessing I learned in my last life. I have no reason or right to expect more from you.
Sister, I'm afraid I can't help you realize your greenhouse wish. In my dream, there is a picture that has appeared countless times, that is, you are in a warm greenhouse, wearing a flower hat and a flower skirt, carefully arranging flowers, and I am drawing on the table next to you. It seems this can only be a dream. I won't live that day. Sorry, my brother didn't keep his promise. If you want to find a boy who can accompany you all your life and realize your wish for me, I will give you to him.
Sister, you have lost a lot of weight and your grades have dropped a lot. I know, it's all because of me. I want to ask you something. Let me do things when you grow up. This time, it is my turn to ask you.
Can you be my original self and my original simple self for me? You think I don't know? In the past few months, you have disguised yourself. You are afraid that others will hurt you. You're protecting yourself. I don't want to see you like this. Promise me, okay?
Because of this operation, I may leave you forever. These are my heartfelt words to you. Sorry, sister, I can't wait until you get into No.1 Middle School, and I can't help you with your math any more. Now, the only thing that can represent my mind is the rose on the windowsill. Represents my brother's love for you for fourteen years. ......
Let me call you Fan Xiao, my good sister, for the last time.
elder brother
I finished reading this letter with tears in my eyes. Brother, you are so stupid, don't you know? Your operation was successful. I had no time to dry my tears and ran to the window.
A blood-red rose blooms proudly in the sun.
I can't control myself any longer, tears are pouring out like spring water, and the roses in front of me are wet.
(8)
I will never forget this day. In the early morning of May 8, 2002, there was a thunder. My younger brother had to leave this world forever because of cell rejection after surgery. He didn't survive that short 48 hours. Then we came to the scene at the beginning of the story.
My brother left with regret. My brother has no regrets, because his last work was treasured by the girl he loved forever and became eternal in his memory. My brother has no regrets, because he entrusted me to the person who shared my life with me. Brother left, just like his name, zhangyan and Zhang Yang's brother left speechless; Brother left, brother really left.
I looked at the rain window and shouted my brother's name over and over again, saying, brother, why did you go like this?
The day after my brother left, I couldn't see him off. I cut off my hard-earned long hair, tied it with a white ribbon and handed it to his mother, who was crying to death. "Aunt, my brother needs my company."
In this way, my long hair accompanied my brother into the ground and slept with him. Brother and sister will always love you, because,