the most beautiful time

Chapter 6 How long have you been walking alone like this

Every time he texts or calls, he must be asking me for something, asking for money, asking me to help him find a part-time job, or buy the latest mobile phone.He always has a lot of complaints, he is tired of his parents endlessly controlling him, accuses the teacher of never asking him questions, picks on the classmates who swear and has no quality around him, and hints that I haven't bought him trendy clothes for a long time .I have never been patient. After listening to his troubles, I always interrupt his words with a tired face, and ask him directly what he needs me to do for him.He murmured for a while, and finally asked me, if I could buy him a new pair of Adidas shoes. He had given the old pair to a classmate in the class who was from a poor family.

So I rarely take the initiative to talk to him, for fear that he will covet my hard-earned money again. In my heart, he is like a burden that I want to throw away at any time. She could abandon it cruelly, but she had to be tormented by him year after year, and bored with him.

Every time I call my mother, I will mention him. My mother is always full of melancholy, worrying about his future. I don’t know if he will return to his original position after finishing such an unpopular university. Every day in the small town Hanging around, having nothing to do, but often causing troubles to annoy the family.His mother can no longer control him. If he still has a little respect for his father, he has never been afraid of his mother, and he will be justified in many things; Take dropping out of school as a "threat".

I almost hated him for that.I don't know when he, a child born in the 90s, will be able to endure hardships like me born in the 80s, and be able to support himself without relying on outsiders. He will always have confidence in the future.I have also written many letters, trying to make him vigilant, so that he can at least make a serious appearance of struggling for the sake of his future.It's a pity that those words drifted away from his heart with a gust of wind, without leaving even a trace.

If it wasn't for a mobile phone that was accidentally stolen, maybe we are still so indifferent. I don't know him, and I don't want to know him. The image of him as a little gangster is imprinted in my heart, and it will never be removed in my life. .

Before the mobile phone was lost, he had mentioned repeatedly in front of my mother and me that he wanted to get a new one. This old one, which he bought from a classmate for 100 yuan, had dropped in price. The university and the classmates around him will even disdain him.No one paid attention to his repeated intentional or unintentional reminders, and left him cold like drying an insignificant grass.In our indifference, he finally gritted his teeth and said: Then I will not eat, and save my living expenses to buy!

Although I didn't disagree with this sentence, I remembered it clearly bitterly, so when he suddenly sent me a text message, saying that the mobile phone was stolen by several thieves, my first reaction was that he once again slandered me. lied.I lied that I had no money, and quickly called my mother, accusing him of defrauding him of money, and told my mother not to send him money no matter what.

He begged me to send her some money. You don’t need to buy too good ones, 700 yuan is enough. I said with a cold face that money is tight, so I should go to my parents to ask for it.He seemed to have expected that I was colluding with my parents to block his financial resources, so he texted his eldest sister and lied habitually, saying: Second sister has already given me a few hundred, and you can also look at adding more to me. A little bit.The eldest sister called me to ask for confirmation, and when she found out that it was fake, she flatly refused.He finally had no choice but to use his trump card again, saying that he would drop out of school and work part-time to earn money for himself.Everyone's answer to his quitting school was three words: Whatever you want!He rushed left and right, couldn't find a way out, and finally made a bold decision.

Unfortunately, before his plan was implemented for a week, his mother received a call from the school counselor, saying that he had not attended class for two consecutive weeks, and if he continued, he would be given probation or expulsion from school.My mother was so angry that she hadn't eaten for two days. When she called him, the phone was shut down. The classmates in the dormitory said that a week ago, he took the bus to the city without making a sound, and never came back.

Fearing that my parents would be overly anxious, I had no choice but to fly over to find him. On the way, I QQed him on my mobile phone, and only sent him one sentence: Don't continue to deceive us!When the train arrived at the southern city where he was studying, his face finally flashed, and I "grabbed" him and said: Don't think about leaving again!

I met him in a snack bar not far from the train station.He was working there, and he was still wearing an oil-stained apron around his waist. He just lifted it up and wiped his hands casually, then sat down opposite me, and turned his eyes to the customers coming in and out, and asked me a little sadly. : Why do you always believe that I, who love material things, have bad conduct and cheat every time?
I smiled coldly: Do you think there is any difference between you and that kid who cried wolf?I wanted to continue to accuse him of his crimes, but the fat proprietress came over, put a glass of water in front of me, and said with a smile: You are Xiao Tang's sister, right? He keeps mentioning you to me. Well, saying that you are so good, let him be a younger brother, he can hardly breathe; but then again, your little brother is also very good, you work very hard, not like a child in the 90s, and you are frugal, mobile phone I was reluctant to buy it if I lost it, and even refused to buy ice cream for a few dollars...

I sat across from him, suddenly I didn't know how to meet his eyes.How long has this child, whom I have always hated, being indifferent and far away from isolation, been walking alone behind me?If it weren't for an old cell phone that was stolen, would we always be in a "shutdown" state, and we would never be able to turn on the switch that leads to each other's hearts?
(End of this chapter)