Jujube

My brother's shadow is dripping wet, puddle after puddle, always soaked in water.

I always look up to him at the bottom of the water.

My brother asked me why I cry so much, I didn't understand at the time, but later I figured it out, it was my brother who made me cry.My brother needs my tears like a rose needs dew.So as soon as I cry, he shows up.

I squatted on the ground, and Lu Xinyao's tall and thin figure walked towards me without hesitation. Through the rain after curtain after curtain, his gaze was fixed on me, just like the day I squatted in the corner of his house, he was also Look at me with scrutiny.I can't tell whether he came to save me or, like Sun Yuemei, to sell me.

I choked up and called brother, at that time Yin Gu was struggling to grab my arm, the umbrella in her hand was tilted, and a stern face was exposed under the edge of the umbrella, just like the wet scarf on her head, blue Shady.

"Brother, help me." Yin Gu's hands are skinny, with wrinkled skin and bones, but they are very strong. They are more like Jiuyin white bone claws than Pan Guizhi's claws. I can't break them apart, so I can only look at my brother. .She clasped her skinny hands even tighter, and said to me: "Meng Li, you have to listen to Gu Yin, and don't be ignorant of good and bad."

Then she stared at Lu Xinyao defensively and asked him what he was doing here. Lu Xinyao's answer at that time was very concise, but I always remembered that even after I started to hate my brother, I still had love and fantasies about this sentence.

He said in a very normal tone: "Pick my brother home."

After Lu Xinyao finished speaking, the rainwater that fell into my eyes suddenly became hot and trickled down the corners of my eyes.

"Meng Li, come here." He looked at me and said.

Yin Gu didn't let go, she told Lu Xinyao that Sun Yuemei had already given me to her.

Lu Xinyao had grown thorns at the age of 14, and he was not easy to mess with. He said nonchalantly, "Then you go to her to ask for a son. Meng Li is my younger brother, and she doesn't care about it."

At that moment, I suddenly recalled what my brother said to me when Meng Guanghui was carried home. He said he was my own brother, so he was not lying to me.

Lu Xinyao never liked to talk nonsense, he walked straight towards me, stretched out his hand to hold me, and seemed to pull me out of Yin Gu's hand without much effort.I held my elder brother with both hands, sticking to his palm and the back of his hand. Instead of pulling away like Sun Yuemei, he pulled me under the umbrella.

Yin Gu finally said to me: "Meng Li, you come back with me."

I still shook my head, Meng Guanghui is dead, and Sun Yuemei is going to sell me. In this world, the only person I trust is my brother, and only my brother will take me home.

Lu Xinyao took me away from Aunt Yin just like that, seemingly effortlessly.His stature has grown very quickly in the past two years. I looked up at the black umbrella and my brother's hand holding the umbrella—are you home?It was at this moment that I realized a simple fact: my brother and I were on the road, but we were already home.

"Where are you looking at the sky?" My brother seemed to be annoyed by my staring, and pressed the back of my head, "Look at the road."

It rained heavily that day, the water in the canal was rushing, and the field ridges were flooded. My brother squatted down in front of me and carried me on his back.

On my brother's back, I remembered the night when I was chased by Huoshaoyun. Lu Xinyao carried me like this, carried me out from the scarecrow's shadow, and walked home step by step.As the earth lures the rain, these shoulders lure my unfinished tears.

"You're not my brother." I muffled on Lu Xinyao's shoulder.

"Say it again." Lu Xinyao said.

"You are not my brother," I still think and say to my brother, "You are my Guanyin."

My brother was obviously a little surprised. He was stunned for a few seconds, and then he snorted, casually, as if he had heard a silly joke.

"You are my Guanyin." I said.

It was raining.

"There's going to be a flood."

My brother thought I was talking nonsense and ignored me, but I didn't finish my sentence.

"There's going to be a flood... in my eyes."

"Brother, I'm going to drown."

After I finished speaking, my tears flowed down, and I cried on my brother's shoulders, wetting his clothes, wondering if the crops and roses would be drowned in the flood together.

After Lu Xinyao carried me home, Sun Yuemei had a big fight with him.

In the room, I heard Sun Yuemei shouting outside the door: "Why did you bring him back? Why did you bring him back! Who will raise him? I will raise the three of you alone. You want my life, don't you?"

"Did I say I wanted you to raise me?" My elder brother Lu Xinyao was in the process of changing his voice, and his voice sounded a little strange.

There was silence outside the door for a while, and soon there was the sound of a bench falling to the ground. Sun Yuemei yelled at Lu Xinyao, scolding him for being worthless and not studying to raise a son for a bastard. Walk.Lu Xinyao's tone was very rude. He said that Sun Yuemei was also raising a son for the bastard.

I was locked in the room by Lu Xinyao, so I could only stick to the door to eavesdrop on their conversation. I heard Lu Xinyao tell Sun Yuemei that as long as she dared to send it, he would dare to take it back.Sun Yue sneered sharply: "Do you think you can find it next time?"

Sun Yanming began to cry at this moment, and Lu Xinyao said ruthlessly amidst his crying: "I can't find anyone, so I'll go find your son."

Sun Yuemei's voice coaxing Sun Yanming stopped suddenly, and she yelled at Lu Xinyao: "Do you have a conscience! This is your own brother!"

Through the door, the sound of the rain outside, and the crying of the baby inside, I clearly heard Lu Xinyao say: "Meng Li too."

Sun Yuemei screamed and cried together with Sun Yanming.

My elder brother made people cry very much. I hid behind the door and heard the sound of rain again—a flood was about to happen. In my eyes, a river burst its bank.

At the age when we depended on each other, Lu Xinyao quickly grew a body full of thorns. What the billiard hall and skating rink brought him was not only the smell of cigarettes and the friends who surrounded him again, but also the increasingly cruel and cruelty on his body that made Sun Yuemei shudder. Liang felt the same fear as Meng Guanghui who whipped him with a belt back then.

My brother soon replaced Sun Yuemei's position in the family and became the de facto head of the family. Even Sun Yanming was afraid of him.When Sun Yanming grew up, he liked to play tricks. He often cried halfway through when Lu Xinyao came home, and the tears all shrank back. Only two strings of snot still hung under his nose tremblingly.

Lu Xinyao is a born dictator, but I disobeyed him more than once and left him with two scars.