It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

After they were in third grade, Wen Ai and Yue Xiao began to take the bus home by themselves, no longer being picked up by An's father.

On this day, a new barbecue stall was set up behind the station, and light gray smoke was scattered everywhere, and everyone waiting for the bus smelled the aroma of the stall owner.

The puppy of Wen Ai moved his nose twice, and the gluttons in his stomach immediately turned into a quarrel. He stretched out his hand in front of Yue Xiao: "Give me two cents."

Yue Xiao turned his head and glanced at the barbecue stall behind, shook his head: "Don't eat, I'll have dinner when I get home later."

"You care about me!" Wen Ai patted his stomach, "I am big here, so supper will not be delayed!"

"That's not okay." Yue Xiao still shook his head, "The things outside are not clean, there is a lot of dust on the side of the road, and it is easy to have diarrhea after eating."

A primary school student licking kebabs walked to Wen Ai and waited for the bus. The scorching smell of the meat floated, and his mouth was greedy. Yue Xiao was still there and refused to pay, and Wen Ai was impatient. "I want you to talk about me! Dad just took the pocket money to you for safekeeping, and there is a share of mine in it. Why don't you give it to me?"

Yue Xiao is usually so easy to talk, but now he is extremely stubborn, and his pockets are tightly covered: "Can't eat."

"You--!" Wen Ai couldn't help him, softly compromised, "Will you give me five cents? I'll just eat a bunch of dried tofu."

Yue Xiao was stared at by his **** eyes, and the hand covering his pocket was almost released. Fortunately, he came to his head and firmed his position: "No."

Wen Ai was unable to eat the barbecue, and she kept her face cold along the way. When she got home, she hid in the room and refused to eat, and the door was locked. Father An knocked outside for a while, seeing that there was no movement inside the house, he could only get the key and open the door.

"Brother, I have dinner." Father An sat on the bed and patted the arched ball under the quilt. "I brought the roast duck back from the restaurant specially. It is grilled in the afternoon. Isn't it similar to a barbecue?"

Wen Tuantuan did not move at all.

"It's right for my brother not to let you eat. I will do the same for me." Father An said, "Last time you bought a snack on the side of the road, and you had trouble with your stomach all night. Huh?"

Wen Tuantuan twisted, still silent.

Father An tried to persuade him for a long time, but it didn’t work. This soft quilt was stupefied by a nucleus. Father An was gone. He stood up and slapped the quilt: "You’re happy to be hungry. Hungry, I want to eat."

Yue Xiao had been waiting outside the door, and seeing Father An come out alone, his mood fell.

Thinking of the way his brother wanted to eat when he was at the station, Yue Xiao frowned and thought about it. He ran to the kitchen and fried a piece of dried tofu in a pan, put the seasoning on it, and covered it with chopped green onion and pickles, and asked Anmu for it. Two bamboo skewers used for knitting sweaters, washed clean and stringed the dried tofu in a decent way. They look like the roasted dried tofu sold outside and smell particularly fragrant.

Not to mention, Wen Tuantuan was really fascinated by Yue Xiao's dried bean curd, he hummed and arrogantly, opened the quilt, sat up, and ate the dried bean curd.

Yue Xiao found an old dress and put it on his lap, holding the chopped green onion and pickles that kept falling down, standing by and watching him eat.

Wen Yai was hungry when he was at the station, and now he is taking one bite after another and can't stop at all. And he always felt that the dried bean curd made by Yue Xiao had a very special and familiar taste, and he wanted to cry when it was so delicious.

"It's finished." Wen Ai handed the diabolo skewers to the side, closing his mouth and making a full hiccup.

Yue Xiao took the bamboo sticks and packed away the old clothes that were used as pads: "How does it taste?"

"General." Wen Ai retorted nonchalantly. After a pause, he was afraid that Yue Xiao would not do it in the future, so he changed his words, "It's okay..."

Yue Xiao laughed, and removed a scallion on Wen'ai's chin: "If you want to eat it in the future, just tell me, make it cleaner at home."

Wen Ai lowered his eyes uncomfortably, "Oh."

An mother and father hid behind the crack of the door, looked at each other, and invariably gave Yue Xiao a thumbs up.

This coax brother, brother still has a trick.

Back in the first grade, the class teacher helped clean up the hygiene in the classroom. Now the kids are in the third grade, and all the cleaning up falls on them.

Wen Ai and Yue Xiao are not in the same group. Whoever's turn to do cleaning after school, the other can only stay and wait.

Yue Xiao loves his younger brother and often helps him share the work. Last week, the head teacher passing by after get off work happened to bump into this incident and praised Yue Xiao for helping others.

Wen Ai wasn't happy anymore, and said this week that Yue Xiao would not be allowed to help any more and would not give him a chance to be praised.

Yue Xiao agreed with tears and laughter. He walked slowly in the classroom and found that there was garbage that had not been cleaned up. He picked it up secretly while Wen Ai was not paying attention, so that he would not be criticized by the labor committee later.

There are many small stalls at the entrance of the elementary school, selling snacks and toys. At the end of school, many primary school students stay in front of these stalls.

Wen Ai walked out of the school gate after sanitation, and squeezed into the stall with a small schoolbag to see if there were any new things. Yue Xiao also squeezed in, looked at the dazzling array of toys on the stall, and turned to ask Wen Ai: " What do you like? I'll buy it for you."

"Why is it so generous all of a sudden?" Wen Ai picked up a slingshot and pulled it away, turned around to aim at Yue Xiao, "It was still a barren yesterday."

Yue Xiao knew that Wen Ai was still working on this matter, so he took the initiative to buy it for him, right?

"Take what you like." Yue Xiao smiled at him, "I'll give you money."

Wen Ai left the slingshot, stood on tiptoe and stretched out his hand to reach for the tin frog, and whispered, "It was originally my money."

"I mean--" Yue Xiao stretched out his arms and helped Wen Ai get a few tin frogs, and put them in front of him for him to choose, "I will buy them for you with my pocket money."

Wen Ai's eyes lit up, "You said that?"

Yue Xiao nodded earnestly: "Well, you can choose."

Wen Ai didn't be polite with Yue Xiao. He searched the stalls, bought this and that, he bought everything that he had at home, and he took away the two largest water guns on the stall.

Yue Xiao paid the money quickly, and his gums were exposed when the stall owner took it over.

Wen Ai was holding a bunch of new toys, and his attitude towards Yue Xiao was more than a little better. At least when he went home by car, he was not reluctant to sit with him like yesterday.

Yue Xiao felt that the money was really worth it.

At the door of the house, Yue Xiao took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole. Grandma Wang, who was opposite the door, just pushed the door out. Wen Ai put the toy on the ground, rushed to hug her waist and acted like a baby: "Good grandma!"

"Ouch! Junjun is so good!" Grandma Wang touched his little cheek, "How is your homework recently?"

"Alright!" Seeing her holding a trash can in her hand, Wen Ai took the initiative to take it, "I'll pour it."

Wen Ai dumped the **** into the recycling bin at the end of the corridor. When she returned, Grandma Wang had already taken a box of sugar out of the house and stuffed him and Yue Xiao together.

After returning home, Wen Ai threw his schoolbag on the sofa and took two water guns into the bathroom.

"Will you play after finishing your homework?" Yue Xiao followed, Wen Ai just screwed back the water reservoir filled with water, turned his head and smiled strangely at Yue Xiao, held a big gun in one hand, and shot him randomly. .

The short sleeves of Yue Xiao's body were wetted in an instant. He blocked the jet of water with his hands, and retreated to the door.

"Don't patronize and hide!" Wen Ai threw a gun at his feet, looking excited, "Fight me, come and come!"

Yue Xiao picked up the water gun on the ground and saw Wen Ai like a kitty rolling and begging to play with him, his heart shook, and the fingers on the trigger squeezed.

The two of them were still elementary school students, and they were particularly involved in the water fight. They played from the toilet to the living room, and from the living room to the balcony. They had a great time.

When An's father and An's mother came back, many of the wooden furniture in the house had been soaked in water.

Father An grabbed the two bear children, and before they started to teach, the door was knocked loudly.

As soon as An Mu opened the door, the residents downstairs stood at the door with their hips akimbo, making a loud voice, saying that the ceiling of their home was dripping water and asking what moth their family was doing.

An Mu hurriedly apologized to others, but the one with her arms akimbo was a bit hated and would not wait to see An's family. Now it was even more yin and yang ridicule and mockery before leaving.

After the door was closed, Father An's face darkened: "You two, let's talk."

Wen Ai lowered his head and clasped his hands, unable to figure out how he squeezed Yue Xiao to do such a naive thing.

Yue Xiao rushed to open his mouth in front of Wen Ai, and took all the responsibility on himself. He bought the water gun, and he wanted to play the game. Most of the water in the house was in his water gun. Squirting out.

Wen Ai was taken aback, then said: "No, that I—"

"Enough." Father An suddenly interrupted him, and pointed to the balcony, "You two went to the wall and thought about it."

Fortunately, it is summer, and the two of them are all wet, and they are not cold while standing on the balcony.

Wen Ai stared at the tiny cracks on the wall and whispered quietly: "Why are you helping me with the crime?"

"You are a younger brother, I want to protect you." Yue Xiao looked at the wall and said seriously, "No one can bully you, neither can Dad."

Wen Ai turned his head to look at Yue Xiao's profile, and was stunned for a long time: "I don't need your protection... and it's useless at all. We are still being punished to face the wall."

Yue Xiao lowered his head, his forehead was about to touch the wall: "I'm sorry."

Wen Ai was stunned for longer this time: "No, you apologize to me, even if you really helped me carry it down, I'm not uncommon, don't expect me to be grateful."

Yue Xiao shook his head: "I am not grateful for you."

Wen Ai: "Then what are you doing?"

Yue Xiao looked up at him: "Just do it well."

Wen Ai could not answer the conversation.

The two didn't communicate anymore, and the father and mother, who was listening behind the balcony door, also sat back in the living room.

An mother took a sip of hot tea: "If my brother becomes more lawless in the future, he must be used to it."

"That's not it." Father An joked, "I was excluded by him as a father."

"Who made you hold your face at that time?" Mother An smiled and turned to look at the back of the two sons facing the wall. "My brother has this heart, and my younger brother will accept him sooner or later."

In order to allow the two brothers to promote the revolutionary friendship, An's father and An's mother specially let them stand for a while.

In the sultry summer night, Wen Ai was so hot that his eyelids fell straight down, his small body swayed from left to right, and finally he leaned in the direction of Yue Xiao, leaning on him.

Yue Xiao didn't dare to move, and slightly raised his shoulders so that Wen Ai's head could lean more comfortably.

He moved his nose, his brother was so big, but he still smelled of milk.

It smells so good.