godfather

Meng Xiaobei, a solid boy, grew up in the family compound of the arsenal until he was five or six years old. He had a scar on his forehead since he was a child, and his scar was conspicuous, like a celestial eye protruding from the middle.

This baby has been very good at "drilling" since the mother's womb, obviously he is the slightly smaller one who can drill, and he has become an older brother.In his own mother's words, the boss is active and smart, and he is a jerk and a jerk, and he has bad ideas since he was a child.

Another family raised one child, and the milk might not be enough for them to eat. The Meng family raised two at once, not to mention not enough milk, not enough anything.

Milk is received by ticket, and the supply is limited. Whoever has a newborn child will be given a milk ticket.Milk powder is a rare high-end and precious thing, and there is nowhere to buy it if you have money.In the era of extreme scarcity of materials and goods, everything was limited, and the country's policy vane suddenly changed, from "more people, more strength" to encouraging fewer children, and the factory even began to give the only child two yuan a month. nutritional supplements.

Because the Meng family accidentally gave birth to two sons, they were not the only child, so they lost the nutritional allowance!

The more food rations are short, the less preferential policies will be given, and there is no reason to do so.

That year, there happened to be a group of urban youths supporting the third-line college. A dozen or so new students came to the factory and were treated as valuable talents. Each of them was given an injection of placental globulin.

The placental globulin that is "specially supplied" to students shipped from outside.The remaining few injections were disassembled and unused. A doctor in the clinic who knew Ma Baochun very well secretly opened the back door and said, "You have two children, it is difficult to support them! Which one is weak and not strong enough?" , you quietly bring him after get off work in the evening, and I'll give him an injection."

Ma Baochun asked: "What kind of protein is this, is it good?"

The doctor rolled his eyes: "That's why you don't understand. Newcomers are only given the injection. This is an injection for the national treasure. We just gave the pair of giant pandas abroad as a gift. I heard that each panda was stabbed before leaving the country." Three injections, enhance immunity, and you will not get sick after the injection!"

Ma Baochun: "How can it be so effective?"

The doctor's tone was very knowledgable, and he said, "You will know if it will work or not if you try it on your child."

Ma Baochun really took it seriously, turned around and touched the house to pick up the child.She pulled one from the bed with each hand, looked at Meng Xiaobei, and then at Meng Xiaojing, and felt more and more that all the children were thin and weak, and they were all the flesh that fell off from their own bodies. They both hurt so badly, and both children needed the treatment of the national treasure panda!

She took both of them and went, but they couldn't tell at first glance, the remaining few needles were given to other "back doors", and your family took advantage of one needle, how could there be more, you are not the leader's child!That vial of injection was as precious as liquid gold.

Ma Baochun talked with others, but there was only one shot.

Which one to give?

At this time of the day, Ma Baochun temporarily asked their section chief to call him out to do some work, and before leaving, he said: "Forget it, pull it down... give that short, small one a hit."

She left in a hurry, but the doctor didn't hear too clearly which baby it was for.

Or the mother can't let go of any of them, deliberately didn't make it clear, and didn't want to tell which is more important from the bottom of her heart.

In the end, the doctor hugged the baby, and the needle went into Meng Xiaojing's arm, because Meng Xiaojing was the "little" one, the younger brother.

After the injection, Meng Xiaojing grinned and cried for a long while as usual, while Meng Xiaobei sat and watched without making a sound.

The doctor rubbed the child with a cotton ball: "Don't cry...don't cry anymore...get high-grade protein injections."

"Just this one shot, how beautiful the younger brother is, look, I'll give it to you, not him!"

Another aunt in the clinic started to pick on Meng Xiaobei, deliberately teasing Meng Xiaobei: "My brother gets an injection, you don't have one, are you happy? Are you happy?... Are you unhappy?!"

A group of elderly aunts are just bored, slobbering and teasing non-stop, thinking that the children don't understand, so they can make up whatever they want.

Meng Xiaobei sat on a stool and stared at the side, then suddenly asked: "Is this needle good?"

The aunt said: "Isn't it very good? Only newcomers and leaders' children are beaten. Most people can't get it, and they don't have the qualifications!"

Meng Xiaobei curled his mouth, and obvious loneliness and displeasure flashed under his eyelids, he turned his face away, and remained silent.

Meng Xiaobei did not receive this precious injection of placental globulin back then.

In the following years, he has been thinking about this matter and brooding over it. The injection was given to the giant panda. His mother was biased and gave it to his younger brother, but not to him.

Later, he really loved to be sick, and he would have minor illnesses every now and then, and he would hold grudges even more when he was sick and sad.Meng Xiaojing left a needle scar on his upper arm, which he didn't have on his own arm. The scar was embedded on his forehead and in his heart.

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Since I had to snatch things for snacks, I wish I could split them in half.

A pair of new velvet trousers, the two brothers took turns to wear it, one would wear the other and wish they would be naked.Meng Xiaobei pissed his pants dirty from time to time, so the two brothers didn't have to wear them.

Even though he was young at that time, he couldn't speak a few words, but he had a good heart.When he came back from playing outside, he should change the newly bought trousers for his younger brother. He was not happy, but he had to change them. He bit his lower lip and argued with his mother. When he was most unhappy, his lower body suddenly got wet and he took off the trousers directly. peed...

After the urine was dirty and washed off, Meng Xiaojing couldn't wear new pants and couldn't go out to play.

Meng Xiaojing squatted on the bed, staring at his little brother with aggrieved eyes: "Brother...brother, pee, pee."

It didn't matter that Meng Xiaobei received some harsh words from his mother, he glanced sideways at his younger brother: "I just pee, my pants."

Meng Xiaojing grinned resentfully, looking like a pitiful little girl who was about to cry, "Woo..."

A smile appeared on the corner of Meng Xiaobei's mouth, and he teased word by word: "Xiao-cry-bao-"

"Don't cry."

"Cry again brother scratch you!"

Meng Xiaobei rushed onto the bed, and pinched Meng Xiaojing's bare buttocks, causing the bed to squeak.

Children's minds are born.

Meng Xiaojing is well-behaved and quiet, while Meng Xiaobei is naughty and wild.

Meng Xiaojing loves to cry, but Meng Xiaobei has never cried since he was a child.There are not many new things to play in the ravine, childhood was boring, Meng Xiaobei's pleasure in those few years was to bully and bully the crying boy when he was free.

These two brothers are well-known twins in the family compound, and no one does not know each other.

However, the two don't look alike. Meng Xiaojing has double eyelids, big eyes, and curly and slender eyelashes. He looks like a very handsome father. He is a young and tender version of Zhao Dan.What about Meng Xiaobei?Meng Xiaobei was born with a pair of small eyes, thin single eyelids, and the corners of the eyes are slightly drooping. When looking at people, those squinted eyes are actually cool, a bit precocious, like a little man.

The traditional aesthetic concept of that era was popular for upright men and women with deep facial features, double eyelids and big eyes. It was fifteen or twenty years later that the Japanese and Korean winds came.Meng Xiaobei's looks are ahead of the trend, he was born too early!He is used to people around him saying that he is not good-looking, not good-looking.

The people around knew it at a glance, and they all said, "It's a pity for your boss, his eyes are too small."

Ma Baochun didn't care, he said with a smile: "The boss looks like me, I'm the worst-looking in our family! This baby looks crooked, it's better to look like his father."

Meng Xiaobei has an active personality when he was young, but his body is extremely thin, he likes to toss about, and he likes to get sick.He began to suffer from serious and minor illnesses when he was not yet one year old. The other children went to the infirmary to get vaccinations every now and then, but Meng Xiaobei didn't need it because he had all the infectious diseases in children in a row, from hives to chicken pox, from urticaria to chickenpox. From chickenpox to mumps and scarlet fever, they can still grow up alive and kicking like this. They are already invulnerable to all poisons, and their bodies have their own immune functions.

In summer, he went to the swimming pool with a group of children in the compound to take a bath, took off his clothes, put his hands on his sides, jumped straight up and down into the pool, deliberately splashed the face and body of the people behind him, and laughed happily after he succeeded.When the adults saw it, they all said, "Master Meng's monkey boy is here again, he's so skinny like a monkey!"

Meng Xiaobei vomited milk when she was young, and was picky eater when she grew up.There are several kinds of food at a table, and it is rare to count one that he is willing to eat.

Ma Baochun picked up vegetables for him, Meng Xiaobei's chin could barely rest on the table, and he quickly hugged the bowl in his arms, "I don't eat leeks."

"There is coriander in the dough, don't eat it."

"Stir-fried pork with cabbage...is not good."

Ma Baochun is in a hurry: "Oh, monkey boy, if you don't eat coriander, you don't eat cabbage, you don't eat big meat, what else are you eating? Are you hungry?!"

Being a mother can't afford to take care of her. What's the market situation, even her authentic Huihui has changed to eating big meat. She goes to the canteen of the factory every now and then, and secretly asks the acquaintance master to come back to make offal soup.What is the kid doing now?

Meng Xiaobei swept his thin eyelids, and made a gesture to vomit: "Dumpling stuffing, cabbage with carrots... I'm so disgusted, I won't eat it when I'm hungry."

Meng Xiaobei is "allergic" to carrots because he was tortured by his teachers in the Arsenal Kindergarten when he was young.There are no boiled eggs, no apples, and there are carts of carrots in poor ravines.Kindergarten children are not full after lunch every day, and each of them is given a big carrot, which is still boiled in plain water.After that, he felt like throwing up at the smell of carrots!

At this time, Meng Xiaojing showed the superiority of his emotional intelligence. He was honest and obedient, and he ate whatever was offered at the dinner table. He ate all the carrots, cabbage and dumplings that Meng Xiaobei didn't eat.Only children like this could survive in times of famine. If a child like Meng Xiaobei caught up with three years of natural disasters, he would have starved to death long ago.

Meng Xiaobei stared at the big bowl of mutton dumplings in sour soup. He was happiest only one day a month, because his mother would make mutton dumplings on the day when he received money at the end of the month.He loves to eat mutton. The delicious mutton with mutton is soaked in hot and sour soup, and the aftertaste is full of mouthfuls after drinking it. It is delicious.

"Don't eat all of it, give half to your brother."

Ma Baochun divided the dumplings into the bowls of the two children.

Mutton is very expensive and hard to find, if there is too much of it.

But my younger brother ate cabbage, carrots, coriander, and panda protein injections. Why should I share my only favorite mutton dumplings?

Meng Xiaobei ate from his own bowl, and stared at his younger brother's bowl. He couldn't even eat well, and his eyes hurt from staring at him. My favorite sour soup mutton...

Meng Xiaobei formed a relationship with his younger brother over mutton dumplings, and when he ate cantaloupe at night, he would get back his capital and interest from the other party.

His father brought home half a small cantaloupe from the trade union, cut everything out, and cut out five thin slices, one for each person, and there was still one piece left, and casually said: "Whoever eats it first is not enough, eat another slice of melon."

As soon as the father's words fell, before his butt touched the chair, and before Meng Xiaojing had time to pick up the melon, the family saw Meng Xiaobei throwing himself at the table and started eating. The northwest wind swept away the clouds and killed them. That piece of cantaloupe quickly snatched another piece, a little smugness flashed in his eyes.

The younger brother was a step slower, so naturally he didn't get the discount.Immediately, the eyes of the whole family were opened, the whole family had finished eating, and only Meng Xiaobei was left.Meng Xiaobei, the monkey boy, next, holding the yellow and golden melon, neither anxious nor irritable, took his time, sipping the melon in front of his younger brother, making him greedy the...

In the evening, the couple chatted privately, and Ma Baochun said: "You saw it today, Meng Xiaobei, this kid is so scheming, he did it on purpose, why is this kid so funny!"

Meng Jianmin also said: "He deliberately waited for his younger brother to finish eating the melon. We all had nothing to eat, and everyone watched him eat it alone."

Ma Baochun: "Look at the little thing he was proud of just now, it's like chewing on a piece of gold."

Meng Jianmin: "This child has been so thoughtful since he was a child, and he is also very domineering, and he doesn't give in to others."

Ma Baochun: "The bully didn't get the idea of ​​being a bully, he was picky and picky, he didn't eat anything, just look at how tall his younger brother is, how tall is he?"

Meng Jianmin sighed: "Oh, I didn't expect there to be two..."

Ma Baochun: "The two are not good?"

Meng Jianmin thought a lot, and said, "It's good, it's all in my heart, but I can't afford it."

Ma Baochun was still pondering over the character of her boss, and concluded: "The boss of our family likes to be narrow-minded, he is really a thief and a fool."

The mother has a quick mouth and a soft heart, saying that Meng Xiaobei is "thief, domineering and stupid", which also means that this monkey child has a sensitive mind since he was a child, precocious, and has his own set of ideas in his mind. He is not a fuel-efficient lamp in the womb. , It is not easy to feed.

Before going to sleep, the father suddenly said: "Send it back to Beijing and let my mother take it."

When Ma Baochun heard this, he jumped out of the bed, his eyes stared straight: "No way! If I don't send them away, I can't bear it... I will raise one and I will raise the two. I won't send the children away."

Meng Xiaobei in his childhood was not only difficult to raise, but also the one who ran wildly in the family compound every day with black thorns, sweated, tanned, and as thin as a stick of rice. The famous monkey skin child.He was wearing an old tracksuit and a pair of sneakers of the wrong size that were discarded by other children. He ran with a very cheerful and vigorous figure. In the words of the neighbor's aunt, when the baby was overturned on the wall or hung on a tree, there was nothing wrong with him. Time to stand on the ground honestly!

He is active, he is restless, he loves to bluff, and he can cover up scorpions and can do things for his parents.

During the Lunar New Year, the factory has a five-day holiday, and the labor union holds a Spring Festival party. It also organizes male and female employees to go to the army to condolences to officers and soldiers and perform performances.

It is rare for the whole factory to take a break from work, decorate with lanterns and festoons, twist Yangko drums, and have a big party.

Meng Xiaobei and his younger brother each wore new clothes, with big cotton trousers underneath.Meng Xiaobei was the head of the children, leading his younger brother and a group of silly children to run wildly in the compound.Counting the cold winter, he had a trail of snot, and he was reluctant to wipe the snot with the cuff of his new clothes, so he kept sucking it, his face showing two blushes of excitement.

Just after watching a movie in the family theater, a group of children couldn't get enough of it. Meng Xiaobei called himself "Little Soldier Zhang Ga", wearing an old military cap on one side, commanding the charge, and the others followed him to fight the devils.

Meng Xiaobei had a charisma among his peers since he was a child.He keeps his word, has prestige, and he is very good at playing and very capable.In fact, children are pure in mind and have no scheming, whoever will lead everyone to play, everyone will obey!

During the Chinese New Year, adults carry things to visit relatives and friends in a family area near and far, and the children go crazy.Meng Xiaobei led his friends to hide in the door opening of the unit, and sprayed water on people passing by with a toy water gun. When a visitor came to their building, he sprayed one wet.

Meng Xiaobei hid behind the door and lowered his voice: "The devil is coming! The leader is the fat translator! Aim at the fat translator!"

Crash, another passer-by has suffered.

Later, Meng Xiaobei said: "It's not fun, I don't play like this anymore."

His faithful follower, a fat man from the neighbor's house asked, "Brother Gazi, what are we going to play?"

Meng Xiaobei said: "The other day I saw Zou Dada paint large characters on the wall in white, you can follow my example."

He took the little fat man to sneak in through the back door of the cooperative, and stole the white paint used by the chairman of the trade union, Mr. Zou, to paint the slogan.So all the people who passed by downstairs of the unit that day were so unlucky, the water gun was mixed with white paint, and the passers-by were so angry that they couldn't beat or scold, pointing at Meng Xiaobei, "Tell your father back, let your father clean you up "!"

Meng Xiaobei was laughing happily, wiping his nose, his thin eyelids were full of cleverness and complacency.

Every family comes out to set off firecrackers at night.At that time, there were no fancy high-end fireworks, only small whips.Meng Xiaobei is not as rude as others, when he clicks on the hanger, it crackles.He commanded a group of friends to insert a small whip into a row of frozen persimmons on the window sill of a certain household on the first floor, revealing the twists, and then lit them one by one...

Bang! ! !

Snapped--

The persimmons were fried so that the pulp splashed everywhere, and splashed on the window glass as expected, a large piece of red.A group of children laughed wildly, happy, and released the suppressed fun in childhood.

Meng Xiaobei shouted excitedly: "Blow up the devil's gun tower!"

The neighbor's aunt poked her head out of the window and yelled: "You idiot, Paolou! This is a persimmon you're hungry for! You're still eating!"

Meng Xiaobei shouted from a distance: "You don't eat persimmons when they're cold, but I ordered them for you when you're hungry, and it still rings."

The aunt roared: "Meng Xiaobei!!!!!!!!!"

That night, Meng Xiaobei howled like a pig being slaughtered in their apartment building.

Back then, the thin version of Zhao Dan, who was handsome, handsome and talented, was forced by this brat, and he was about to become a "poor man". With a broom in his hands, he chased and beat Meng Xiaobei all over the corridor...

Meng Jianmin shouted: "Stop, come here."

Even though Meng Jianmin stared angrily, he was still a very handsome father, not majestic enough at all.Meng Xiaobei was not afraid of his father at all.

"You stop for me!"

"Can you stand still?!"

Meng Xiaobei put on his big cotton trousers crookedly, clutched his buttocks, and ran out like a merry-go-round, instead of taking the main road, he wanted to climb the iron gate on the back wall of their compound.The cotton trousers were bloated, and the boy couldn't bear it. His hands and feet were very agile. He really climbed up and hung on it with his buttocks sticking out.

Meng Jianmin became anxious when he saw it: "Oh, come down for me! I'll throw you!"

As soon as the word "fall" fell, Meng Xiaobei turned his head downwards and fell to the other side of the door...

Meng Jianmin threw down his broom, climbed up the big iron gate in three steps at a time, jumped down, and picked up his baby in a hurry.This winter, a thick layer of snow just fell, and the snow had just melted, and there was a mud pond full of slush on the other side of the door, which was soft, and the leather child fell into the mud pond firmly!

Meng Xiaobei's face was muddy, he was caught alive by his father, and he was still foolishly happy, it was rare for his father to play with him once.

"What door are you climbing?!"

"You're already a fool, but the more you drop your head, the more stupid you become?"

"A stinky child who doesn't follow the right path, why does he like to follow the crooked ways..."

Meng Xiaobei was covered in mud, his hair was blown out, he looked like a hedgehog, and groaned, "Oh, Dad, it hurts...it hurts!"

Meng Jianmin laughed and scolded: "It hurts your ass to death, and your father has to pay for the persimmons!"

Meng Xiaobei whispered, "Dad."

Meng Jianmin: "Huh? I know I'm wrong?"

Meng Xiaobei muttered in a low voice: "Anyway, anything that is fun is wrong."

Meng Jianmin laughed and scolded: "You are the most capable, and you can use firecrackers to explode persimmon sauce!"

"Your father was not as badass as you when he was a child. Your father only dared to secretly dig a few vegetables and steal a persimmon. You are better than me!"

Meng Jianmin wiped Meng Xiaobei's face and nose with the sleeve of his clothes, pinched the baby's face and red ears in anger, and finally couldn't help but kissed his son's nose with chicken pox marks...

send the child away?

Can you be willing to be a father?

Even if he can't go back by himself, his son is his hope.

What is in the eyes is not the flushed face and the snot snot, but the little head the size of a fist and the meat dumpling of umbilical cord blood, held in his own hands, and raised so big.

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Meng Xiaobei grinned happily, his eyelids were not in the same place, but his eyes were full of energy.

His father kissed the pimple marks on the tip of his nose, and his eyes glowed green, like a wolf cub in the mountains.

Having been talked about a lot by the neighbor's aunt, he sometimes secretly regrets not being as beautiful and lovable as his younger brother.Why doesn't he look like a handsome father, why does he look like his mother, but he doesn't see how much his mother loves him.

Wearing new clothes for the New Year, eating mutton dumplings and fruit candies, being chased and beaten by his father rarely, father and son have close contact, and another happy event, his grandma is coming to visit them.