Dead after eight years [rebirth]

"Who are you and why are you crying?"

Cheng Nan noticed the man next to the newsstand who was crying suddenly, and stopped in front of him with eggs and corn to ask.

I am your younger brother, Cheng Bei.

Cheng Shuibei opened his mouth, but found himself speechless.

The 18-year-old brother and the 10-year-old brother looked at each other.

The light blue short sleeves on Cheng Nan's body were already starched and turned white, half of the robot pattern on his chest had fallen off, and the hem was so short that his belly button was almost exposed.

Cheng Shuibei once had a dress like this, which was bought by the family of four a few years ago when they went shopping for the last time. His mother and stepfather’s newborn son poured milk on his, and the nanny made it up for herself lost.

But Cheng Nan wore such an ill-fitting short sleeve from eight to ten years old.

"Today is my birthday," Cheng Shuibei wiped away his tears and looked at the plastic bag in Cheng Nan's hand, "My family is not around, so I feel a little sad to see you buying eggs to eat."

He lied, and his elder brother was standing opposite, but he didn't dare to recognize each other because of the 16 years.

After hearing what he said, Cheng Nan immediately started to rummage through his pockets, as if he wanted to take out another $[-], but he could only smile awkwardly with two leaky trouser pockets open.

Finally, Cheng Nan took out a tea egg from the plastic bag and carefully handed it to the stranger standing under the tree crying silently.

"Eat an egg, my dad said, eat an egg on your birthday, and the family will be complete. Your family will definitely miss you."

When Cheng Shuibei heard him mention Cheng Wenqiu, the tears he had just suppressed could not be stopped again.

When they were young, Cheng Wenqiu’s body was still able to earn money. Every time the brothers’ birthdays, Cheng Wenqiu would always buy cupcakes from the cake shop on the street at a discount when they came back from work. And my brother ate all over his face.

Later, when he went to Yunan, there were countless kinds of exquisite pastries in the glass window, but Cheng Shuibei could no longer find the taste in his memory.

In the first year after his parents divorced, the family conditions were already very bad. Cheng Wenqiu didn't spend money on buying cupcakes, but only boiled two eggs for the brothers to eat.

Cheng Wenqiu stroked the heads of Cheng Nan and Cheng Bei, and said with a smile, "One for each of them. After eating, they will grow taller, and the whole family will be complete!"

Cheng Shuibei clearly remembered that he and his elder brother ate all the eggs, but the whole family was still not consummated.

Cheng Shuibei sniffed and took the egg hesitantly.

Cheng Nan cheered immediately: "Happy birthday! You are happy, and I am happy too!" When he smiled, his brows and eyes were crooked, just like Cheng Shuibei's lively and intelligent brother in his memory.

There was already a crack on the tea egg, and Cheng Shuibei was about to peel the shell with a wave of his hand, when Cheng Nan suddenly remembered something, and jumped up to interrupt his movement.

"Wait a minute, get out!"

"What?" Cheng Shuibei was puzzled, almost thinking that his brother was scolding him.

Seeing that he didn't understand, Cheng Nan took the tea eggs back and rolled them on the tree trunk next to him: "Roll the eggs before eating them, and you will live a long life."

The 10-year-old Cheng Nan rolled the eggs very piously, unaware that his younger brother who was right in front of him chose to commit suicide by jumping off a building at the age of 26, and did not live a long life.

Cheng Nan put the rolled egg back into Cheng Shuibei's palm: "Here, let's eat!"

Cheng Shuibei, who had a long life and a hundred years old, gently peeled off the hot tea eggs, broke off the egg whites, and naturally took out the egg yolks and stuffed them into Cheng Nan's mouth.

After doing this, he was stunned before he could eat the egg white on his lips.

Cheng Shuibei is a picky eater and has always eaten egg whites. When he was a child, he stuffed egg yolks into his elder brother's mouth, and when he grew up, he stuffed egg yolks into Zhang Ci'an's mouth.

That's why he acted so naturally, facing the "strange" kid in front of him, and made this action again.

Cheng Nan was also a little surprised, but after hesitating for two seconds, he still ate the egg yolk into his stomach. While eating, he smiled and helped the embarrassed Cheng Shuibei: "I also celebrate my birthday, half of each person is just right!"

Cheng Shuibei boasted that he could roll on the spot even if he fell into a mud puddle, but his brother Cheng Nan struggled in a deeper mud puddle with a smile on his face.

"Well, it's just right," Cheng Shuibei squeezed out a smile that looked better than crying, "Thank you."

"you are welcome."

The two talked for a while under the tree, and seeing Cheng Shuibei stop crying after eating eggs, the enthusiastic Cheng Nan was about to leave.

He held the mouth of the plastic bag tightly, fearing that the heat from the eggs and corn would escape, so he waved his other hand to bid farewell to Cheng Shuibei.

"Goodbye, I'm going home to take care of my dad."

Cheng Nan turned around and ran towards home with his arms in his arms. His posture was very strange, like a waddling goose running against the morning wind.

Cheng Shuibei looked at his brother who was gradually going away, and finally mustered up the courage to shout to "Big Goose", "I have nowhere to go, can I go home with you?"

Take me home, brother.

The kind-hearted ten-year-old boy stopped and looked back, as if he was taken aback by these words.

Cheng Shuibei also sensed that he said these things to a ten-year-old child as if he had some bad intentions, like a bad guy with unknown background, and quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not a bad guy. I... my parents are divorced No, they don't want me, I have nowhere to go."

Fearing that Cheng Nan would not believe it, Cheng Shuibei simply lifted up his shirt to show him the red and swollen marks on his waist from Zhang Cian's bite, then turned his back and pointed to the back of his neck: "I was kicked out after being beaten. "

Cheng Nan was still young, so he didn't know what kind of fight could hit his neck and waist, but maybe Cheng Shuibei's injuries were too severe, or maybe the divorce of his parents in Cheng Shuibei's dialect hurt his heart very much. The year-old child thought for a while, then nodded hesitantly.

"Then you go home with me and treat the wound first."

Cheng Nan led the way, and Cheng Shuibei followed him, on the way home in his memory, listening to the early morning hawking in the downtown area, feeling timid and apprehensive.

Since the death of Cheng Wenqiu and Cheng Nan, Cheng Shuibei has never stepped into the business district again, but in countless nightmares, he walked the way home thousands of times.

Walking through a piece of wasteland, turn right from the entrance of the grocery store, and walk through two alleys to reach the place where their family of four used to live.

When they lived in the west of the city, their family rented a small courtyard. The place was not big. There were only two dilapidated rooms in total, one for Cheng Wenqiu and He Mingsui, and one for the brothers.

When Cheng Shuibei was a child, he hated his family for trotting. Later, he followed his mother and lived in a villa with horse racing in the backyard, but he missed this small yard with a leaky roof when it rained more and more.

The broken stone slabs covering the sewer were stained black with mud by the passing breath of life. Cheng Nan helped up the mop of the neighbor's house that had fallen by the roadside, and pushed open the creaking wooden door deep in the alley.

"You come in first, I'll call my dad," Cheng Nan pulled Cheng Shuibei into the door, and shouted inside, "Dad, I'm back!"

There was a cough in the main room, and after a long time a weak male voice replied: "Come on."

Cheng Nan got the answer, put the things away, and began to tame himself.

His behavior was so strange that people couldn't figure it out. Other children cleaned themselves up before they went home, but Cheng Nan messed up his hair, half of his trouser legs were rolled up and half were exposed.

After finishing all this, Cheng Nan rubbed his slippers-wearing feet in the mud, as if rolling in the mud.

Cheng Shuibei had no time to take care of his strange behavior, and his heart became more and more excited and timid because of the voice that answered from afar across the room.

Finally, the door curtain made of tin cans was lifted clangingly, and the speaker came from the room.

His face was sallow with a long illness, and under the shabby coat to keep out the cold was an old vest that had been worn out of shape.

He saw Cheng Nan's current appearance at a glance.

A sullen look appeared on the man's face: "Why did you go out so early in the morning and go crazy again!"

Cheng Nan backed away in fright, picked up whatever he picked up, and hid directly behind Cheng Shuibei.

The man glanced at his son, and then he noticed the strange foreign visitor. He hurriedly put away his angry expression, and smiled kindly. His eyes were full of sickness and turbidity, but it made people's heart palpitate.

"Xiao Nan, is there a guest?"

Cheng Shuibei's heart was beating wildly, and the name he couldn't restrain was about to pop out of his throat at any moment.

This was his father, the father he hadn't seen for the last time.

Cheng Wenqiu.

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Happy new year, Xiao Cheng saw his father and brother, everyone should live in peace~