The book friend "Yan Band" posted an article "Big Sister, Me and Little Sister". I felt itchy after reading it. What a coincidence, we are also three sisters, and I am also the "second child in a thousand years" ! Therefore, wouldn’t it be a great pleasure to learn from the ancients and echo them by writing on the same topic? ! Hehe~ You can ignore the last sentence!
So many past events came to my mind at once, where should I start?
When I was in trouble, a childish voice sounded in my ears, and it was this sentence: "Let's ignore the second sister, she is a lunatic!"
That was more than thirty years old Years ago, my sister, who was ten years younger than me, was sitting on the back seat of my elder sister's bicycle, who was three years older than me, and she was yelling angrily.
Stingy! After a day of farm work, we stopped by for a cycling competition. She made the wrong choice and got on the back seat of my eldest sister’s bicycle, and ended up losing to me! When I ride a bicycle, I am a female rider on a horse. Want to beat me? My war horse doesn’t agree either. However, when I led her to defeat the eldest sister, wasn't she beaming with joy, shouting and cheering all the way? This little heartless scumbag! You have no reason to talk to her at all.
There is no way, why is she the old trouble in our family? The whole family wants to pamper her to heaven. She subverted many of the standards and requirements for being a girl in my family with her practical actions.
For example, not being a picky eater. My eldest sister and I have been eating whatever we have been given since childhood. In our cognitive field, picky eating is a big taboo for girls. However, she picked, and she picked while jumping on her feet. Life in rural areas was once very difficult. For us, eggs were just items we exchanged for money or given as gifts. They were almost nothing to eat except during holidays. However, since she was born, we have provided her with one egg a day. (Her favorite housework is to go to the chicken coop to get eggs every day, like a little money addict.) However, she doesn't appreciate it and "acts crazy" every day, "If I don't eat it, I won't eat it. It's all chicken." It smells like shit!" Standing aside, I secretly swallowed my saliva. I really wanted to slap her. It tasted so good. Do you know how much perseverance I had to use to resist the urge to swallow it in one gulp? She actually didn't appreciate it. In the end, he had to coax and lie again and again, and promised some other benefits, such as "Take me to play shuttlecock after eating" before he could barely eat it.
For another example, don’t be lazy. My eldest sister and I were taught that girls should be diligent and have the consciousness to share the joys and sorrows with their families. From a very young age, we started helping the family pick vegetables, feed the pigs, collect firewood, cook, and clean the house. Every weekend and holiday, as long as it doesn't rain or snow, is almost spent in the farmland. Even when the eldest sister went to college and brought her boyfriend home, she had to work in the fields with the whole family. But, my little sister never does any work! Even if she was brought to the edge of the field, she would hide under the shade of a tree for fear of getting tanned (she has been a stinker since she was a child). When we returned to rest under the tree at noon, we discovered that she had broken up the dry food we brought little by little and fed it all to the ants! Our whole family had no choice but to return home silently.
Why didn’t you hit her? Who is willing to give it up? It’s not enough for us to care deeply about such a young girl, who is only three or five years old! beat? I think you want to fight our two eldest sisters! Sometimes, my mother would get so angry with her that she would hit her with a broom. She screamed for us to save her, and my eldest sister and I hurriedly rushed to stop the furious mother, exhorting, "Mom, Mom! Don't be angry, don't be angry!" One hurriedly pulled her out without saying a word. run.
There are many funny things that we have always remembered for her. For example, when my eldest sister was in her third year of junior high school, she was only three or two years old and was taken to the classroom to make up lessons. I went there happily, but it didn't take long for me to be sent back crying in my eldest sister's arms. It turned out that when the eldest sister's classmates saw a little kid who spoke in a coquettish voice, they all ran over to watch. However, one of the boys was so ugly that he actually scared my little girl to tears!
Also, one winter, when I was squatting by a puddle to clean my shoes, she quietly approached from behind, then ran a few steps to launch a sneak attack from behind. By the time I heard the footsteps, it was already too late to stop them. She screamed happily and threw herself on my back with all her strength. With a "plop", we both fell into a puddle of ice water about 2 meters deep. Fortunately, I opened my arms in advance, held her tightly on her back with one hand, and pulled her with all my strength with the other hand. I finally made it to the shore and fled home wet with her on my back. She burst into tears! It's like I bullied her.
However, this little one who was pampered unconditionally by us experienced a big ordeal when he was 6 years old. While following my mother and I on a donkey cart to work in the fields, a car accident occurred. My mother and little sister were hit by an oncoming tractor at the same time and were seriously injured. They were sent to the Second City Hospital for emergency treatment. I survived because I jumped out of the car in time. My sister had a broken leg and a severe contusion of her urethra. When the careless doctor forced a urinary catheter into her, she was shaking all over in pain.
I have always been responsible for taking care of her, and I cried with her all the time when I saw her suffering. I deeply regretted why I didn’t know how to jump out of the car with her when I was in a car accident. When she was pushed into the operating room at such a young age, she was extremely strong and said to the doctor who was coaxing her to talk: "Auntie, I won't cry, otherwise my second sister will be even more uncomfortable."
Yes. , she never cried! I didn’t cry when I got an injection, I didn’t cry when I had an infusion, I didn’t cry when I went into the operating room, I didn’t cry when I got a bedsore when I didn’t take good care of myself, and I didn’t cry when changing dressings...
Later, after my eldest sister and I left home one after another to go to school and work outside, she She stays with her parents at home and is very filial. I learned how to cook and clean the house. Even when my mother is angry, she is willing to suffer silently. So well-behaved that it makes people feel distressed.
Now, she has become one of the strong women, working independently with her husband and children in a city far away from home. This year, her husband was sent back to help her eldest sister, and he took care of the children alone to support her.
As she gets older, the gentleness in her nature becomes more and more obvious. She often guides us who are careless in WeChat on how to maintain health and how to take supplements. The food photos she shares also make us not good at cooking. We are salivating. Because we are far away from home, we can see each other once or twice a year at most. She always smiles helplessly and says: "The one who least wants to leave home ends up being the farthest away from home."
My little one Sister, our family’s baby bump!
The eldest sister is definitely the goddess of my family!
Since she was a child, the eldest sister has been extremely independent. Every time I go out to play, I feel extremely free and easy with her around, and I don’t have to worry about anything. She often took me to distant villages to watch plays, go to markets, and collect firewood. No matter how far away she was, she could bring us home safely. She is also very clever and clever, and she has to create her own tricks to play various games to win everyone's shit!
Probably when she was four or five years old, once, the supply and marketing cooperative near her home had processed pears for sale. My mother needed to take care of me at home, so she sent my eldest sister to grab them. At that time, there were many adults queuing up and there were not many pears left. How could a little kid like her win over these people? But she didn't want to give up this precious opportunity to eat pears, so she simply got under the counter of the supply and marketing cooperative, held up the mao ticket in her hand and said, "Auntie, I want to buy pears!" The salesperson was happy when she saw it. , waving to the people outside the counter: "Okay, let's all leave, the last few are sold to this little girl!"
She has always been excellent when she grew up, no, it's Getting better and better! First she became the first generation female college student in the village, and then she became an enviable and hated university teacher. But this is just the beginning. From the early 1990s, the eldest sister applied for a job at a furniture company and worked part-time as a university lecturer. The eldest sister quickly stood out and became a leader among secretarial staff due to her profound and pure literary heritage, her talent for careful calculation, her dignified and beautiful temperament both internally and externally (big eyes, 167cm tall figure, fair skin), and her outstanding character of perseverance and hard work. who. In dealing with all matters, she can do the most beautiful thing with the least amount of money. Wu Yi went to the company for inspection, and the photo of her in charge of reception was enlarged and hung on the wall by the company.
In the past ten years, she has step by step from secretary, to sales, to manager, all the way to sales president, planning, training, exhibitions, negotiations... all over the world, East Asia and Northern Europe, like a bird spreading its wings. The flying Dapeng soars freely.
But at the same time, she is such a little woman at heart: she carefully treasures every note written by her husband, becomes nagging when she encounters her son's problems, and likes all kinds of things. All kinds of unique little things. When I came to Hainan for the first time, I actually did a somersault on the beach regardless of my status as a white-collar worker (it was a typical cartwheel, just like the one Yaoji did on the roof of the building in "Passing Through Your World") Mode).
What I like best is the way she sheds tears every time she laughs, because only then does she look silly.
When we were young, we learned together the classic lines of Yinhuan's mother in "Chaoyanggou": "Old Li? I'm not afraid of foreigners!" We could both laugh and roll with our hands on our stomachs; when we grew up, I would carry my mother on my back and give her secretly When I told some dirty jokes that were circulated in the office, she said she had never heard them before, laughing and hitting me at the same time.
In 2007, she made a bold retreat. With the unanimous support of her family, she left the company and returned to school. When she became a lecturer, she no longer taught ancient Chinese, but sales (haha). Her rich practical experience made her class the most popular in the school. The class was overcrowded, and she passed the postgraduate examination in one exam. dream. At the same time, I set up my own factory with my husband, and the couple joined hands to create a new chapter.
Her favorite words are: We sisters are thorny flowers who are not afraid of all difficulties and dangers!
As the eldest daughter, she has the strongest sense of family responsibility and deserves the most praise! She fully supported my mother and father when they were hospitalized and moved, and when my younger sister and I bought a house and a car. don't want? She stares at you anxiously with her big eyes, "I am the eldest sister! Do you know?"
Yes, eldest sister, we know! You are our most caring eldest sister and mother. Especially because of your support for our parents in all aspects, my little sister and I can live freely without worries.
It’s finally my turn! Hehe~
As for me, as the second child, I am more like a boy in the family. Unkempt and informal, he often wears new clothes and climbs trees without realizing it. You can go to the toilet, go to the field, and when you grow up, you can drink beer and eat skewers, but you can't always clean up a house freely. However, you cannot deny my advantages because of this! Sanmao said that the second child in every family is the sweetest layer of the sandwich biscuits, the sweetest but also the most restrained. Isn't this a proper portrait of me? (A few rounds of applause are allowed here)
Actually, I am the most pitiful. I have loved writing and writing since I was a child. First, my father forced me to study science and mechanics. After graduation, I was asked to work as a teacher in an elementary school. After many struggles, I finally left and became a literary worker, haha. In my spare time, I write some short articles to entertain myself. I will also write letters (e-mails) to them, and the signature is "I am the second child, who am I afraid of?"! Of course, the memories of the difficult times in the past and the praise of their hard work are also indispensable. They were so happy, actively reading, and then doing their best to praise my smelly feet!
Three women in one drama!
Can my three sisters publish a book? So, you two just wait patiently. When the second child and I reach my level, I will write a book called "Three Sisters." Hahahahaha...