Chapter 2 Brother's warm bed

My brother has always been an omnipotent existence in my mind, just like a superhero, but one day his lies were finally ruthlessly exposed by his mother. He is actually a big lazy bear, the kind that is super lazy

At first I didn't believe it, but my brother who went to college really became lazy. He slept until the sun was shining every morning. Even his mother was desperate for him and just hoped that he could get up for lunch.

Although my brother is hopeless, his bed is still useful, especially in winter, my mother does not allow her family to use hot water bags, hand warmers and electric blankets. She thinks that kind of thing is too dangerous. If an accident occurs when she is asleep, it will be bad. If it is cold, it will get colder. Once you have to bear it, it will pass.

I have always hated the winter in the south. It was so cold, but I didn't even give me any snow. I was so stingy that I was extremely stingy.

In the cold winter, I spent about half of my time in my brother's bed. I got up on time in the morning, finished my mother's carefully prepared breakfast, and then hugged my storybook into my brother's bed, lying beside him to read the book.

My brother's quilt is always warm and warm. Once he enters the quilt, he can be surrounded by his brother's warmth and smell.

The books are actually not good-looking. This is just an excuse for my mother to deal with the rounds. My brother sleeps with his cell phone almost every night. Checking the cell phone is my must-do homework every day.

My brother changed to a phone with fingerprint unlocking at that time, but I gently pressed the thumb of my right hand and unbuttoned the screen lock.

My brother once said to me in a bad mood: Mimi, your fingerprint is actually the same as me. We are born brothers and sisters. If you don’t believe it, you can untie my phone with your right hand.

I stretched out my right hand unbelievably, but I didn't expect that the screen lock would be unlocked. I was really shocked because the teacher said not long ago that there will be no two identical people in this world, and even twins have different fingerprints and personalities, just like there will be no two identical leaves or snowflakes in the world.

I asked my brother suspiciously: Brother, what's going on?

At that time, I was surrounded by the power of science and I didn't believe in magic or anything like that.

My brother has been insisting: This is the arrangement of fate

This matter is gone

Later I found out that after I went to the computer city with my brother to buy this phone, I sat on the bus. I fell asleep in my brother's arms. He couldn't move around and recorded my fingerprints when I was bored. No wonder he smiled so treacherously after getting off the bus that day. He was such a cunning brother and sister. Although I didn't hate that statement.

My mother probably couldn't stand the lazy brother anymore, so she assigned him a small task, asking him to take out the garbage in the living room after getting up at noon. The brother's memories before bed and the memories after waking up were probably separated. Just such a small thing, he forgot again and again.

One day, my mother finally broke out. It seemed that she had a trouble at work. When she saw that her brother didn't take out the trash, she used a feather duster to beat her. This was the first time I saw my mother beat someone. Although my brother often said to me: Mimi, before you were born, our mother was so cruel. I stole my mother to buy spicy strips for food. She hung it up and almost beaten to death

Mom chased her brother from the bedroom to the living room, living room to the kitchen, kitchen to the bathroom, and mom didn't calm down until her father came back

I was frightened to tears

After dinner, my mother reminded my brother again: I will forget it next time, don’t blame me for being ruthless.

My brother nodded repeatedly, and I nodded stupidly, keeping in mind what I will wake up tomorrow

The next morning, I shook my sleeping brother and said: Brother, get up and take out the trash, otherwise mom will beat you to death

Let me sleep for a while

My brother turned over and covered his head with a quilt. It was obvious that the disaster was coming, but the dead pig was still sleeping soundly. I really don't know how to live or die.

As soon as my mother left, I carried the trash can downstairs. Only then did I realize that I overestimated my strength. Every time I walked two or three steps, I had to put down the garbage and rest for a while. I was breathless and sweating all over. Finally, I saw the trash can on the first floor.

But I found a bigger crisis. I was too short to reach the trash bin and could not throw the trash into the trash bin.

Do you have to dump the garbage directly next to the trash can? There is a lot of garbage scattered in the trash can, as if the person who took out the garbage had not been dumped, and they all fell outside.

No, I quickly threw this thought out of my mind, it was no different from littering. If my mother knew about it, she would be scolded.

Suddenly, the trash can flew up from the floor and passed over my head

It turned out that you, the little idiot, stole my trash can. I thought it was taken away by a mouse! I was happy for a long time

Brother, why did you get up?

My brother in thin pajamas appeared behind me at some point

I don't know who woke me up

Are you afraid that you will be beaten to death by your mother, brother? Otherwise, I wouldn't bother to call you

I feel at ease, I am my mother's own son, how could she bear to beat me to death? She still counts on me to continue the family line! My brother patted his chest and said shamelessly

Then why are you so anxious to go downstairs? Are you afraid of your mother's feather duster?

My brother was still sweating on his head, so he must have been running downstairs

Little idiot, you are gone yet. Every day I wake up, I see you by my side. If I hadn't found that the trash can disappeared with you, I would have almost called the police.

Hehehehe...

I smiled foolishly, not knowing how serious it is to call the police, I only know that I am very important to my brother

Mimi, don't treat me so well next time, how did you drag such a heavy trash can downstairs

I am my brother's sister! Isn't it natural to be nice to my brother? Because we are born brothers and sisters! I smiled and said

The cold wind blew, and my brother, who was wearing only pajamas, trembled all over and said: Ah sneezing... It's so cold, Mimi, let's go back to bed and lie down for a while!

Good Ah!