second dream

But my father is still a little traditional. Men in the north never cook. Occasionally, they cook because there are more important guests visiting or there are big happy events happening.

In my impression, the only time he cooks was when Xie Shuangshuang and I were admitted to No. [-] High School in the city.

But having said that, my dad’s cooking is really delicious, with heavy oil, heavy and spicy, hot oil, and it is very delicate and delicate, unlike my mom, who stir-fries, stews and stews, and then it’s gone.

I remember at that time, my father was blushing, pouring juice on the dishes and shouting to me and me, don’t look at me like this, when I was a child, your grandpa was fine when cooking, just eat tofu , have to be scalded carefully with hot water, add soup and garlic!

Looking back, it seems to be something from a previous life, with a sense of age unique to black and white photos.

I was a bit cramped sitting on the sofa, next to me I was playing with my mobile phone, but I didn’t take out my mobile phone, I always felt impolite, at least I’m in my twenties, it’s not appropriate for me to play here when my parents cook like.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with Xie, he never knew what it means to be polite.

After the banquet, the atmosphere was weird, probably because I haven't been home for a long time, I always feel that my parents are happy, but they have a little-looking?Perhaps an illusion?

Anyway, it was a reunion dinner, and Xie was very generous. He finished eating honestly and didn't make any fuss. As for me, I was responsible for saying some polite words, tsk, why do I feel more and more like a guest.

Still comfortable in his nest.

Before you know it, a year has passed. According to most people's schedules, it is time to leave the school and go their separate ways.

I don't know why, but I really don't want to step into this society, I really don't want to think about my future, what's the future, etc. I just want to stay in this small supermarket and spend the rest of my life - anyway, neither will my parents or relatives Care if I am ashamed.

Fatty is back, it is said that it is because of a very special reason - the fat sister-in-law is pregnant.

But the reason is not this, but that the fat sister-in-law is not in a good mood recently, and by the way, she remembered the "love token" given to Fatty when she was in school, but the worse thing is that Fatty left it here, and then he couldn't help it. Don't let go of your wife and children, and come back from thousands of miles just to get a bracelet—fortunately, we are all lazy, otherwise Fatty would have to go to the city garbage dump to dig through it.

We met in a restaurant next to the supermarket, and didn't talk much after that. I promised him that I would treat him to a good meal after the child was born, and remember it first.

Before leaving, Fatty hesitated to speak, perhaps out of an adult's sense of responsibility, he said, "By the way, do you know who took over my supermarket?"

"It's not me after all!" I'm actually not interested in who the boss is, as long as he can pay me a salary.

Fatty smiled mysteriously: "Your brother is not the same as you! Actually, I don't quite understand. We are all brothers, and there is nothing to be ashamed of. Why do you have to let me hide it from you?"

In fact, I didn’t have any feelings at all. Really, when I heard that the person who hired me was my younger brother, I didn’t have any fluctuations at all, probably because I’m used to humility.

It's just that I feel a little bored in my heart, maybe it's because I stayed up late?

I really do not understand!Why is he hiding it from me!Is it fun!Very happy, right?Look at me like a fool!the same!Just as stupid!Stupid!In the end, what I thought was self-reliance turned out to be to let my younger brother support me? !

Do parents know?Do they think I'm stupid too?Isn't that what I'm fighting for?It turned out to be fake too?

I smashed my dwelling, exhausted all my strength, and then threw myself hard on the ground.

I don't know why I cry, why I greet myself with my fists, why I am sad, I am already standing in the mud and where should I go.

I don't know when Xie came, when she hugged me to the bed, and when she fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was already in the hospital.

It turned out that he was not asleep, but in shock.

I have been an extreme person since I was a child, yes, yes.

I ask for the best in everything, and I never want to be second if I have the first. I can discipline myself and never let it go.I have been doing very well. Since I was a child, I have always been a child of someone else’s family, according to my parents.

Even the teachers at school didn't know that I was the younger brother of the twins.

I forgot too.

Parents also forget it, or, make mistakes and make mistakes.

In the third grade of junior high school, my elder brother, Nian Boran.

Back then he still had the long burrs, with the right side streaked a chestnut color.There is an extremely simple earring on the left ear. This guy has pursued asymmetrical beauty since he was a child.

He skipped classes, fought, smoked and drank, had a girlfriend on the left, and a lover on the right.

My parents were so worried that they couldn't close their eyes all night.

So I went to him, and I fought him hard.I can't beat him, I have been thinner and shorter than him since I was a child, standing in front of him looks like a bean sprout.

It was raining heavily that day, and I found Nian Boran in a filthy alley in an unknown alley.He should be drunk, and he doesn't know where his brothers are.

I pulled him up and gave it to my face.But I've never hit anyone, maybe it didn't hurt, he didn't wake up, or maybe I was holding the umbrella handle in my hand, so it didn't hurt.So I dropped my umbrella, rode on top of him, and started smashing.

We used to play this kind of game when we were young. He was stronger than me since he was a child. The horse I ride is not my father, but my brother.

The alley was very dark, I don't know if there was bleeding, maybe there was, maybe it hurt at last, he pushed me away.

Fist greeted him.

I can't beat him even if he's drunk.

Before I fell into a coma, I had this thought in my head.

A long hospital stay followed.It might have been a month or two. He hasn't been here. I heard from my parents that he has attended classes well, stopped fighting and skipping classes, smoking and drinking, and stopped contacting the people in the technical secondary school next door.

But he dared not come to see me.

It is said that it was early in the morning when the two of us were discovered. We were found because our parents who found us hadn’t returned all night and then panicked and called the police followed the police.I was lying straight on the ground, my body was black and red, my face was as white as paper, and Nian Boran knelt beside me, acting like a fool without any reaction.

My parents were terrified, and passed out on the spot. In fact, everyone was embarrassed to mention it, because it was my father who passed out.

After a year and a half of separation, Nian Boran and I started going to and from school together again, going to bed and getting up.

Later, later.I dare not remember.

I fell in love with Nian Boran.

My biological brother.

Sense of immorality, guilt, confusion, love.During the time of passionate love, all these kinds of things linger around us, and that memory is bloody.

We are the two people who are most familiar with each other. If there is no third year of junior high school, we may be no different from the other twins.

Our love for each other sprouted in the first year of high school, and it was the first time for each other, which fit my style very well.Under the eyes of other classmates and teachers, we occasionally secretly kissed and held hands, as sweet as the sunshine mixed with honey in the afternoon.

In fact, I don’t quite remember what happened. We rolled together in the living room, gnawing at each other passionately. The turbulent and ignorant enthusiasm hit the reason that didn’t exist. If it wasn’t for the parents returning home early, it might have happened. all happened.

I was blank, not only in my mind, but also on my body. Nian Boran was a little better, wearing underwear, half of the bottom was missing.

I probably got slapped in the face, because not only my parents looked at me, but my face was also hot.

I vaguely heard Nian Boran yelling in a broken voice, don't hit him, come at me!Come on me!

That's right, why are you only attacking me? Could it be that just because you are exceptionally good, you can't make any mistakes?Is the death penalty for a single mistake?It has to be, does it have to be so perfect?

The next day, the first day of the college entrance examination.

The two of us got out of the car, as if we didn't know each other, we passed each other with our heads down, and walked to our respective examination rooms.

At that time, there was nothing in my mind, only the word "perfect" was hovering.Maybe I don't show my emotions that much at ordinary times. No one noticed. I am an mp3 that is about to be scrapped. Except for the garbled characters, there is only a screen that is still on.

The exam time is both short and long, and after a few subjects, we still have to go home, to the home where I don't know how to go back, full of anger.

At that time, I had already obtained my driver's license and got my first car in my life.It was a gift from my dad to celebrate my admission to the best local university in advance.

That afternoon, I bought a beer downstairs and family planning supplies from the 24-hour convenience store next door.

Nian Boran and I have been more self-reliant since we were young. At this time, the specific performance was that I handed in the papers early in the afternoon and returned home. I was the only one at home, and my parents were still at work.

I took Nian Boran and drove the car I just got a few days ago to our remote seaside. The terrain there is dangerous and not easy to develop. Besides, we are not a tourist city, so there are usually no people there.

Me and him, we sat on the hood, drinking, kissing, whatever.

We opened ourselves up and were as bold as newborns. Many times I thought I was going to die. You may not understand that I was lingering with Nian Boran with the awareness of death. In that state of mind, the physical pleasure seemed to be Magnified countless times, my body seemed to no longer belong to me, trembling, convulsions, fever, and unstoppable groans and groans.

Nian Boran is just like Nian Boran, ruthless, hard, I can't even