dance like a butterfly

Ever since he beat Lao Han, even though he had to meet him several times a day, the second elder brother always turned his face away and didn't give Lao Han a good look.

The second sister-in-law is different.When the second brother was present, she acted indifferently and politely. Once the second brother went out, she immediately warmed up to Lao Han again.

Lao Han didn't care, he seemed to have forgotten the beating.Seeing the second brother, even though he is quite a bit older than the second brother, as long as there is something mentioned about the second brother, he will unambiguously say that the second brother is long and the second brother is short, that kind of acquaintance , comparable to the second brother is his second brother.

As the days passed, the second brother's attitude towards Lao Han was not as cold as before.Seeing it in my eyes, I was overjoyed, seeing the hostility between my second brother and Lao Han dissipating bit by bit.

Since I was hospitalized, I don't know when an unwritten rule has been formed. Every day, my second brother takes turns taking care of me at night and my second sister-in-law takes care of me during the day.

That night, seeing that I couldn't fall asleep on the bed, the second brother really had nothing to do, so he took out an apple from the fruit basket, "Can I peel an apple for you?"

Before I could speak, he took a knife and began to cut it.

I lay silently, looking at it strangely from the side.

Searching through all the memories, the second brother has never peeled an apple.

When I was young, most of the country people ate apples without washing them.A very common fruit like an apple was considered a rarity at that time.When eating apples, many people turn the fruit balls around in their hands, which is regarded as wiping off the dust on them with the palm of their hands.More people took the fruit and rubbed it on the front of their clothes or trouser legs, and then stuffed it directly into their mouths and gnawed.From far away, you can hear the crunching sound of the berries in your mouth, which makes the listener even more greedy.

The most common saying among villagers is "If you don't clean up, you won't get sick if you eat it."

It's also really strange, maybe because of the long-term hard work, the physique of country people is generally better than that of city people.They are thirsty in winter, and it is not uncommon to scoop up a scoop of cold water and drink it down their necks, and it is rare to hear that someone gets sick because they did not wash the fruit.People in the city are much more particular. Just eating apples requires first soaking them in alkaline water, then washing them several times with running water, and finally peeling them again.Eating an apple involves numerous rituals, making it the same as devout Christians.Although it is much more refined and refined, it also reduces a lot of the simple and primitive fun that eating should have.

Now the second brother is peeling the apple clumsily, no matter how you look at it, it is similar to Zhang Fei's embroidery.

Not to mention the incoherence of the peeled fruit, one piece is big and the other is small, and one piece is thinner and the other is thicker.Looking at the peeled apple again, it was so unappreciated in the rough palm of the second brother, like a small stone with pits and holes that had been corroded by water for many years.

I tried my best not to laugh out loud.

Maybe it was because the quilt on my stomach was shaking too much, but the second brother finally saw how I couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?"

His two-foot-tall monk couldn't figure it out.

"It's nothing."

I finally burst out laughing out loud.

"Ah oh!", the second brother suddenly called out.

Following the sound, the knife that was peeling an apple scratched the second brother's left thumb.

With a "da", the apple fell to the ground.

Bright red blood burst out from his finger in an instant.

I hastily raised half of my body and wanted to sit up.

The second brother threw the knife, pinched the injured part with his right hand, and said to me, "Lie down, lie down, it doesn't matter."

"Go to the doctor, give me some anti-inflammatory drugs, and bandage it up." I said hastily.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm not that delicate."

The second brother is very stubborn.

Without thinking, I grabbed his fingers, stuffed them in my mouth and started sucking.

Country kids are wild.

Every April and May, on both sides of the small river at the foot of the Nanshan Mountain, the locust trees with thick waists and legs bloom one by one, snow-white.I often followed my second brother, carrying a basket made of rattan, and went to stroke Sophora japonica flowers with my friends.The branches on the old locust tree have thorns, and they often break my hands.Whenever there is bleeding, the second brother puts my fingers into his mouth and sucks until his fingers are as white as paper and no longer bleeds. He will grab a handful of very fine dry soil and put it in his mouth He muttered, "Use the dirt on your face as a plaster. If the plaster is high, the wound will be healed."

When I touched fish in the river, my ankle and calf were stung by leeches, my second brother would also put his mouth up to suck up the dirt from the wound, and then chew a wild thorn to wrap it on the wound.

The second brother didn't move, let me suck gently.

Suddenly, something hot fell on my face.I was stunned, and with a "click", another object fell and dripped on my face.

The second brother cried.

I didn't dare look up at him.

For a long, long time, I haven't seen my second brother cry.I don't know why the second brother is crying today.I heard his short and frequent breaths when he suppressed his emotions, and I also strongly felt the shaking of his body that he couldn't completely restrain when he was suppressing his trembling.

Let go of my second brother's fingers, pinch the wound, and pull open the bedside drawer sideways.

There happened to be a small roll of gauze and some adhesive tape left by the nurse in the drawer.

Fortunately, the wound was not long and not very deep.

Wrap it tightly round and round, and then I wrap it tightly with adhesive tape.

My second brother's hands are black and red and thick, while mine are fair and slender.My hands twirled between his fingers like two rabbits playing hide-and-seek among the fagots.

I was afraid that my second brother would be embarrassed, so I never looked at his face.When bandaging him, my second brother obediently remained motionless just like me 20 years ago.

After everything was done, I lay down, covered myself with the quilt, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

"Third, do you still hate me for beating you in your heart?"

After a while, the second brother spoke.

It's been so long, I almost forgot about it.He was still brooding.

"No." I was still looking at the ceiling.

"I hit you for your own good."

"I know."

"You really know?"

"Really." I turned around.My second brother, who is only a few years older than me, has been exposed to the sun and has rough skin. On his short cropped head, gray hairs are clearly visible here and there. Strangers will definitely think that he is in his forties.

"When you were in Baoji, you told me that you wanted to go home. Then, this time, come home with me."

The second brother looked at me steadily.

If you want to say that eyesight also has weight, this time I really felt that heavy weight.

"Go home? Back to Hua County?"

"Well, go back to Hua County, go home." The second brother nodded heavily, "As long as you make up your mind not to associate with people like Lao Han and Lao Zuo, then we don't care what kind of shit village chief or university teacher he is, they are heavenly kings I have nothing to do with you! They are living a better life than us, but they are not comfortable, we don't care about it!"

I was stunned.

I told my second brother that I want to go home, but that doesn't mean I'm going to leave Lao Han from now on.I admit that before, I hesitated and hesitated about Lao Han's feelings, but so many times, so many things, over and over again, let me realize more and more clearly that Lao Han is irreplaceable in my emotions. Indispensable and most important part, how can I just walk away?Ever since I understood emotion and understood what love is, I haven't been looking for my old Han every day. When God favored me and gave me old Han, what reason would I have to leave?

Seeing that I was silent, the second brother went on to say, "Look, I don't talk to you about fame and dignity anymore, and I figured it out. We keep saying that we want dignity and reputation, but in fact, people like us in society You can't talk about your dignity or reputation for a small role. After all, those fake bosses are nothing compared to a person's life. Fate! A person’s life is only a few decades. Once you close your eyes, everything has passed. When you make mistakes and be stupid when you are young, it is not stupid. When you are old and you regret it again, it is really called stupid. Well. If you continue to hang out with the old man like this, I will be worried about whether you will live to old age!"

In my memory, my second brother has never talked to me about such a deep topic.Listening to his words, he must have thought and thought about it, held it in his heart for a long time before saying it today.I really understand that the second brother is all for my own good.However, on this road, I have gone too far. I love Lao Han deeply to the bone marrow and soul. If you tell me to leave him, it would be better to let me die.

"Brother, you can say that I am shameless and that I am playing hooligans. When you don't understand my emotions, I can accept whatever you say about me. I didn't resent you when you beat me and scolded me before. I dare not, I won’t blame you either. I understand that you hate iron and steel. You are my brother and my dearest relative. I don’t want to defend myself now. I just want you to know that I love him and he really loves him. I love me. Without him, I live like a walking dead. I eat tasteless, I can’t sleep. Without him, I will definitely go crazy. Whether you can understand my feelings or not, I just want to say that it is just a kind of Love is the same as the love between a woman and a man. Except that we are all men, there is no difference. Others, we are really no different from ordinary people. It doesn’t matter if others think I’m shameless, I’m crazy Forget it, I can't stop their mouths and I don't care what they say, I just know that I want to live with Lao Han until I grow old. I'm telling you this, just want you to understand, I can't live without my old man Han, let alone our family in Hua County. I swear, I love Lao Han, and I am definitely not greedy for money. I want Hua County, and I definitely don’t want to share any family property. Brother, I beg you, don’t let me be among you Picking just one is gouging out my heart!"

I slipped out of bed involuntarily and knelt down in front of my second brother.

"You, alas!"

The second brother sat on the stool, raised his fist, and slammed it hard on his leg.

"Brother, since I was a child, you have loved and protected me so much. Now, if you really don't want me anymore, in case I am killed and hacked in the future, you can't report a letter to Hua County. I Even if you become a ghost, you are also a grieving ghost!"

My second brother's hands fell on my head, trembling, tears streaming down like rain.Seeing me crying bitterly, for a long time, I choked up and helped me up, "Oh, you unworthy thing, what do you want me to say?"

After all, he pulled me and stuffed me on the bed.

After covering me with the quilt, the second elder brother sighed and said, "Oh, you are too old, so I won't say anything about it. In short, the legs grow on my own body, and the road is walked by my own feet. I think You can't pull back nine cows. Forget it, I just hope you realize what you are doing, and don't even regret your intestines in the end."

"Brother, I know."

After weeping for a while, my body went numb one after another like an electric shock, and I couldn't help trembling again and again.

"Also, I watched you grow up. You are always fond of petty temper. I know this better than anyone else. Han Jun is definitely not a good stubble, but a stubborn one. When you should feel wronged , I have to bear grievances even if I am tall, so don't play with your little baby's temper. When encountering things, calm down and think long-term, don't let people worry about you anymore. "

With tears streaming down my face, I happily responded, "I got it, I got it."

I can't imagine how difficult it is for the second brother, from being unbearable at the beginning, to the anger at me and Lao Han that turned into fists and fists, and now he has no choice but to let it go.What kind of subversion and suffering has his mentality gone through.If I were him with such a stubborn younger brother, what would I do?

I turned off the lights and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.On the next bunk, the second brother was also tossing and turning.I know he has a lot to say to me, just as I have a lot to say to him.But, we don't know how to start again.

The second brother, like his father, is not good at words. He is as simple as the persimmon trees on the slope of the high mountain behind the village. program, they ripen the fruit along the old way.When the autumn frost has wiped out all the leaves, they will hang themselves red and let the latecomers grab and pick them.Year after year, they remain in obscurity.

And what about me and my old Koreans?Just because of this strange emotion, they will eventually burn themselves into pieces of scorched charcoal. When they lean on each other and burn each other, they are indeed very red and warm, but once they are left in a corner of the city or the countryside, But there is endless loneliness and desolation, and there will never be a day full of shade, and it will never become a beautiful scenery.

Alas, there are so many people in the world, how many people can find their old Han as lucky as me?