I'm an uncle

"Xiao Si, wait for me to come back." The boy in the dream showed his big white teeth and smiled heartily.

The little girl who was crying in front of him was so choked up that she couldn't speak, she only knew that she was holding on to the hem of the boy's clothes and refused to let go.

However, inexplicably, the little girl's voice was completely opposite indifference.

(Ghosts are waiting for you! What did you say to join the army, you bastard who abandoned your sister! Get the hell out of here and don’t come back!)

"Little Four, be good, my brother will come back as soon as he has a vacation, and he will play with you every day." The boy couldn't get rid of his sister's little hand, scratched his head helplessly, and patted the top of her head to comfort her.

"No, brother, don't go, wow--" the little sister cried loudly, grabbing the hem of her brother's clothes, desperately trying to hold him back from letting him go.

However, in her heart, that indifferent voice was mocking her farewell words.

(I said that I come back whenever I have a vacation. I haven’t been back home for 12 years since I went there. It’s useless to pull him away. This kind of untrustworthy guy, let him go away!)

The boy, who had no choice but to get away, patted the little girl's arm awkwardly, trying to get rid of the little girl's entanglement.He kept saying in his mouth: "Xiao Si is obedient, Xiao Si is good, Xiao Si, Xiao Si..."

"Little Four... get up!" Zhang Fo'er was awakened from the nightmare by a deep male voice, and a man's face appeared in front of his eyes.

"Ah!" Zhang Fo'er screamed and threw a pillow at the abrupt man who appeared in his boudoir, and kept shouting: "Get out, get out, who let you in the girl's room!"

The man was slapped inexplicably, and while protecting his head, he retreated back to the door and said, "You haven't woken up for a long time. How can you get up if you don't come in and slap your head? Besides, what does it matter if you are my sister?"

The only answer to him was a slamming sound of the door slamming 'Peng——'.

The man rubbed his nose, which was almost hit by the door, in annoyance, and withdrew to the kitchen.

After a while, like all 17-year-old girls, Zhang Fuer hurriedly rushed into the bathroom while putting on his clothes, closed the door and went to put on makeup.

The man looked at the wall clock on the wall and urged the girl: "Little Si, it's 10 o'clock in [-] minutes, get up quickly."

The girl's impatient voice was faintly heard from the bathroom: "Understood, uncle, you are really long-winded."

The man choked with anger, and yelled towards the bathroom: "I'm your brother Zhang Sirui, what uncle, call me brother!"

As soon as the bathroom door opened, the beautiful girl who was fully dressed and put on make-up curled her lips and muttered, "He's obviously an uncle, he's already 30 years old."

A man emerged from the kitchen with a kitchen knife in his hand: "I'm only 29, and I'm only a few months away from turning 30."

Zhang Fo'er sat on the chair, nibbled on bread and jam quickly, drank a few sips of milk from time to time, and took time to say something that pissed her brother off when she was wolfing down: "Please, for a delicate 17-year-old girl like us, say that she is five years older than us." A man over the age of [-] is an uncle."

Zhang Sirui swallowed speechlessly, and said aggrievedly: "But I'm your brother, how can you call me uncle."

Zhang Fuer pouted and said, "Uncle, you just came out yesterday. Think about it. Suddenly, an old man came and told me that I am your elder brother who joined the army 12 years ago. He just returned home from the army and wants to be with you." I live together. I really wanted to say at that time, who are you, uncle, and we don't know each other well."

"Woo——Xiao Si, how can you be so heartless, I'm obviously your brother." The man's aggrieved whimper came from the kitchen, which was comparable to the wailing of a wounded animal.

Zhang Foer lay down on the dining table with weakness and headache: "Uncle, please, please be worthy of your 1.9-meter figure, don't be like being bullied by a girl like me, come early in the morning to be a little daughter-in-law. I am not evil Granny."

Although Zhang Sirui is busy in the kitchen, inside his cute apron with the pattern of cartoon steamed buns, he is indeed super tall at 1.9 meters, not to mention his eight-pack with very bumpy abdominal muscles.It can be seen that the 12-year military career has made the former bright and sunny boy grow into a resolute and tough guy full of masculinity.

"Then obediently call me elder brother! Don't call me uncle." The eldest brother of the Zhang family is still arguing endlessly with his younger sister about his naming rights.

The little girl was rolling her eyes in a disfigured manner, when she suddenly saw that the time on the wall clock had stopped at [-]:[-], she screamed, grabbed her schoolbag and was about to rush out of the house.

"Little Four! Don't you want lunch?" Zhang Sirui rushed out, stuffed the lunch box wrapped in a plastic bag to his younger sister, and then shouted at the younger sister who grabbed the lunch box and left: "Go home early at night, don't go outside Fun."

The girl's impatient voice came from a distance: "Uncle, if you talk too much, I will call you aunt!"

Zhang Sirui shook his head and just entered the door, Zhang Foer rushed back like a gust of wind, holding up his mobile phone, panting and saying: "Uncle, quickly raise your hand!"

"Huh?" The eldest brother of the Zhang family didn't understand it yet, but the inertia of obeying orders in the army still raised his hands when he was bluffed by his sister's imposing tone of order.

Swiping the floor, Zhang's eldest brother even lifted the T-shirt inside the apron to his shoulders, revealing his eight big and strong abdominal muscles.

Before he could figure out the situation in front of him, he heard the sound of a camera taking pictures, and then the sound of his sister's hurried footsteps rushing out the door.

Just as Zhang Sirui understood, he hurriedly arranged his clothes: "Little Si, what are you doing!"

"Don't worry about it, uncle, I just want to bring a gift to my classmate." Zhang Fo'er said in a nonchalant tone, as if it was just a trivial matter, instead of taking a blatant photo of his elder brother with his mobile phone.

"Hey? Hey? Hey——!"

Zhang Sirui, 29 years and nine months old, a poor man who has been ruthlessly called uncle by his younger sister, on this day, deeply realized the 12-year gap between him and his younger sister, which is comparable to the distance between the sun and the moon.