[Conan] My years at the winery

(Contains a small amount of plot, it is best not to skip chapters)

I have a younger brother.

When I was five years old, my brother was born.

The second child is probably the pain of many big treasures, and it is the same for me when I was young. I hate him, even though he always smiles at me.

Mom and Dad are very busy.

So much so that after he went to preschool at the age of three and a half and I went to elementary school at the age of eight, they plunged into work.

Often away from home even on weekends.

So at that time, I often took my younger brother to the neighbor’s house for dinner. I like to watch bears come and go, and my brother and the neighbor’s children like to watch Peppa Pig.

After watching Peppa Pig for less than a month, he learned standard but simple spoken English.

Surprise everyone.

Dad bought him a special mobile phone for him to watch animations from various countries. The original sound version only has subtitles.

He lived up to expectations and learned quickly, and within four or five months, he could use several languages ​​proficiently (to explain, Zhong Lizhen was born, the quality of Meng Po soup was not very good, he always dreamed of relying on his son things, dreams are forgotten when you wake up, at that time Zhong Lizhen’s mind was indeed a child, and the language of the upper class was just picked up again), so parents like to surround him and take him to colleagues Show off in front of you.

They equip him with a mobile phone, buy toys, and always have his favorite dishes on the table, every birthday.They will invite colleagues, friends and classmates to celebrate him.

At the same time, show off to others that you have such an excellent child.

At that time, I was like an outsider, unworthy of having a voice in this family.

Children have no human rights.

I feel like everything has been taken from me by my brother.

Even in elementary school, I could always hear people asking, Zhong Liyue, I heard that your younger brother is a genius or something like that.

I dislike him.

"I like my brother the most." The boy smiled brightly, dragged his own toy and gave it to him. "Brother, don't hate me, okay? I'll give you all my toys. If it's not enough, I can mortgage myself to my brother. I..."

"I don't want you, bastard." I knocked the toy out of his hand.

He looked at me blankly.

I envy him and hate him.

I think so, always think so.

When I was ten years old, my parents passed away unexpectedly, and I was unexpectedly happy when I heard the news.

The little boy still had tears in his beautiful eyes, but he still hugged me to comfort me. "Brother, you still have me, and we still have each other."

The voice is soft and delicate.

Then soon, I couldn't be happy again.

We got to the orphanage and, as always, everyone loved him and there were always people wanting to adopt him.

And I don't care.

This is not fair, why is there such a difference between me and him, even though we are brothers of the same father and mother.

Whether it's appearance, IQ, EQ and popularity, they are all very different.

Really, not fair.

And obviously there are so many people who are willing to adopt him, but he is unwilling to leave. He said, unless my brother and I are adopted together, I will not leave.

So the matter of adoption is over.

I laughed at him for being stupid, but because of this, I no longer refused his careful approach.

At the age of 11, in the orphanage, the little boy slept soundly in the shade of a tree leaning against him on a midsummer afternoon.

That is the only good memory I have with him, one of the few.

Also when I was 11 years old, an old man named Renye Karasuma who claimed to be our uncle brought my brother and me to a brand new, dangerous world that we had never been exposed to.