Chapter 17 Greg and Didi

When it was time for dinner, An An was nowhere to be seen. After moaning for a while, my mother began to search.The lights in the game room were still on, and there were toys scattered all over the place.The sofa cushions were all stripped off, and a castle was built piece by piece here and there.Where is Ann?Just now, I was still drilling around under the castle. The three-year-old brother (pronounced "didi") is already sitting in his seat, his legs are dangling.Brother (pronounced "Ge Ge") eat! The grass was frozen and it was getting dark. It was impossible for An An to be in the garden.Where has this child gone?Mom gradually became angry.

The bedroom was dark, and my mother turned on the light, and suddenly found An An curled up under the quilt, with her face buried in the pillow, and only a little hair on the back of her head was exposed. are you sick?The mother sat on the bed, lifted the quilt, and pulled the child over. An An's face was full of tears.The pillows were also wet. "What's wrong?" Mom asked in surprise. not talking.New tears welled up again. "What's the matter? You talk!" Shaking his head, he didn't speak, with a stubborn look on his face. Mom knows that what is needed now is not language.She picked An An up and held her in her arms like a baby.An An's head rested on her mother's shoulder, and her chest was pressed against her mother's chest.Be quiet.

After a while, my mother said softly: "Can I talk now? Who is sorry for you?" An An sat up straight, rubbed her eyes, and said a little embarrassedly: "No! I just saw the way you hugged my brother just now, you have been kissing him, watching him smile... I think you love my brother more... " Mother looked sideways at An An, and said with a half smile: "Do you still feel that way?" An An's wet eyes smiled slightly, and buried her head in her mother's neck, hugging her tightly. Mom is not unprepared. When An An was nearly four years old, her mother's belly was already unbelievably big, like a big watermelon that was about to fall at any time.An An put her ears on the big watermelon and listened carefully to the sounds inside; I heard that the guy inside could swim, he was a bit stupid, but he was cute.The two of us were originally little angels in the sky, a special gift from God to my mother as a woman.Most importantly, when the guy inside comes out, he will bring me a gift from the sky.

When Feifei came out of his stomach, he really brought a gift for his brother: an off-road sports car that can do somersaults.An An felt that although the baby was crying frighteningly loudly, it was quite trustworthy and tolerable. Mom had heard many horror stories about the birth of a second child.The boss suffocated the second child with a pillow; the boss twisted the second brother's arm behind the adult's back until it was black and blue; the boss pushed the sleeping second child off the bed; the boss stabbed the second child's ass with a pencil; Two's nose... Mom secretly hoped that the off-road sports car brought out of the womb would soften Boss's heart and prevent him from committing an irreparable crime.After returning home from the hospital, she was a little nervous, waiting for the congratulatory guests to come to her door.

Erica, who lives across the way, is the first to ring the bell.The mother was reclining on the sofa in the living room, holding the baby in her arms and feeding the milk, of course the mother's own milk.Erica had two packages of presents in her hand, and as soon as she stepped into the living room, she asked, "Where's the boss?" An An raised her head from the pile of books, and her eyes lit up when she saw the gift. Erika squatted in front of him, handed the gift, and said: "Today is to see the new baby, but An An is the boss, and An An is more important. Erica will give you a gift first, and then go to see the younger brother, do you agree?"

An An happily agreed, and quickly unwrapped the gift.Erica walked over to her mother. "Why are you so smart?" Mom was grateful and admired. "Oh——" Erica dragged the "ah" long, while stroking the soft silky hair of the newborn baby with her hands infinitely tenderly, "This is so important! When my second child was born, the boss Nearly murdered him with a pillow and his ass sitting on it! Finger pinches, slaps, pencil points...everything..." She lowered her voice and said, "The little thing is so beautiful..." Before leaving, Erica kissed Ann again at the gate, and shouted at her mother: "I think the boss is more beautiful, what do you think?"

Then he shook his hand and left. Afterwards, my mother discovered that there are two types of human beings: those who have been parents and have raised more than two children, most of them are like Erika.Those who have never been parents, or who have only children, bring only one gift. As soon as they entered the door, they asked: "Where is Baby?" The boss who opened the door for them, who was only a little higher than their knees, stood in the shadows by the door. They strode to the crib, bowed their heads, and let out warm appreciative noises: "Look at those eyelashes, how long and thick! Look at that hair, wow, there are so many hairs in one's life, how thin and soft! Look! Look at those little hands, fat and short, so cute..."

The guest pursed his lips, made a "tsk tsk" kiss, and made various expressions of infinite love and compassion from time to time. The boss watched from a distance. The guest opened the gift: "Look, the light blue color is made of the best material! Baby's skin is tender, which is the best match..." "Come, come, let me hug Baby..." The guest picked up the fragrant and soft doll, followed it back and forth, began to hum a lullaby, and narrowed his eyes, revealing an extremely intoxicated tenderness. The boss sat down on the steps in the distance, resting his chin on his hands, and looked at this side.

Until he left, the guest didn't notice that there was another child in the living room, a child he already knew. In the evening, it was time to brush his teeth. The boss climbed onto the small chair, faced the mirror on the sink, looked left, right, and looked at himself. "Call?" Mom looked curiously. "Mom," the boss kept his eyes on himself in the mirror, "Mom, don't my eyelashes grow long?" He blinked. "Long!" "Isn't it secret?" "Secret! What's wrong with you?" "Mom," he stared at himself with a little confusion, "isn't my hair soft? My hands, mom, aren't my hands cute?..."

Mother put down the comb in her hand and hugged the eldest into her arms, feeling sad. The fragrant and soft doll began to grow into a little white and chubby curly hair.Under a head of curly hair is a pair of big round eyes, open to see the world and smile.Mom looked at him and felt like she was attracted by a big magnet, and she couldn't do without that huge magic power.She wanted to kiss him obsessively, when she helped him put on his little clothes, when he fed him cereal, when he bathed him, when he was holding his hand and learning to walk, she kissed the doll's hair, cheeks, neck, shoulders, belly all the time , buttocks, legs, toes... She just kissed that chubby little curly hair without looking at the time, without looking at the location, and forgetting who she was.

Meanwhile, Boss is getting troubled. When it's time to brush his teeth, he doesn't brush his teeth.Mom first used coaxing, then persuading, then started screaming, and then started threatening "one, two, three", and then, Mom took the hair comb in her hand, and the boss was beaten.He groaned and cried, then stepped on the small chair and began to brush his teeth. When it's time to eat, he doesn't eat. "I won't eat." He crossed his arms and raised his chin in a "cool" manner, expressing his determination. "why?" "I'm not hungry." "Eat even if you are not hungry. Do you need to explain the timing and quantity?" Mom began to think that this six-year-old child is really unreasonable, and he is already six years old! The two-year-old curly was happily eating cereal, making the sound of pig food.He raised his face, his face was covered with sticky oatmeal, and his mother burst out laughing. "I won't eat." The boss announced again. Mom straightened her face, began to persuade, then began to scream, and then began to threaten "one, two, three", and then, mother took the wooden spoon in her hand, and the boss was beaten.He groaned and cried, and then he began to lower his head to eat, and tears fell into the meal. Mom felt very tired.She said angrily: "From getting up, dressing, brushing your teeth, washing your face, eating...everything requires me to exert all my energy for 30 minutes before you are willing to do it—how can I bear it, you?" She pulled a lock of hair on her forehead with her hands: "Did you see that? Mom has gray hair all from exhaustion. Can you think about it for me? Mom is dying of old age, so you won't have a mother..." The boss stopped his tears and just lowered his head. "Brother idiot!" The little one suddenly came up with a sentence he had just learned, and he used it at this juncture.Mom couldn't help but wanted to laugh, seeing the tense face of the boss, she had to stop. "Brother should fight." The little girl looked at her mother's hidden smile, and added a flattering sentence, her big eyes gleamed with a sly light.Mom couldn't help laughing anymore.The boss blushed, pushed away the plate, stood up angrily, and walked out. Mom froze for a moment, and hurriedly followed. "You love your brother more." An An said categorically, keeping her hands in her trouser pockets. Mama sat facing him on the first step of the stairs, her chin resting on one hand. "Tell me how I love my younger brother more." "He doesn't have to brush his teeth, he doesn't have to eat, he doesn't have to wash his face... He can do anything and I can do nothing!" "An An," my mother said as gently as possible, "he is only two years old; you can do anything when you are two years old." The eldest looked at his mother in disbelief: "Is it that bad when I was two?" "It's worse." Mom pulled the slightly loose eldest brother over and let him sit on her lap. "When you were two years old, you were the only child in the family. You thought you were a king, fearless. Now my brother I have to share everything with you, but when you were young, your parents and the whole world belonged to you alone. So you were worse than your brother now!" "Oh—" The boss seemed to understand, and seemed to be remembering the good old days. "Mom asks you, who are you buying new clothes for now?" Little curly hair also came to the side earlier, knelt on the floor to play with the car, making a "beep" sound from time to time. "I." "That's right! My brother wears all your old clothes, right?" The boss nodded.He was out of breath, but he enjoyed the momentary pleasure of sitting on Mom's lap and having her all to himself. "Well, who does mother take to the theater every Friday afternoon?" "Take me." "Okay, tonight, Hou Wenyong's naughty story, Ono's green sloth—who is it for?" "Give me." "Who is Papa going to take to ski in the Alps in winter?" "I." "Who can look at the moon with that telescope?" "I." "An'an," the mother turned her son over and looked at each other. "There are some things that a six-year-old can do, and some things that a two-year-old can do. Right?" "Yes," the son nodded, "but sometimes I envy my younger brother and want to be like him..." "So—" Mom thought about it seriously, and asked, "Do you want to wear diapers too?" "Ah——" An An jumped up in surprise, pinching her nose with two fingers, and said it was ridiculous: "Don't, don't, don't——" He was lying on the ground next to Little Curly, pushing a matchbox-sized oath cart in his hand, and uttered the siren sound of "drip, drip" in his mouth, coordinating back and forth with his younger brother's pig cart. The two heads were joined together, and my mother noticed that the color of their hair was exactly the same. Mom works in the garden.She buried the seeds of tulips and daffodils in the ground, hoping that when spring came, the garden would smell of hyacinths.Tulips are not fragrant, but the colorful buds are very beautiful, and Thumbelina should grow out of tulip buds. Passing through the kitchen, she didn't forget to glance at the hot oven, the time hadn't come yet.While washing her hands, Feifei walked over to her and called "Mom" in a calm manner.She let out a "hmm", walked out of the bathroom, thought about what was wrong, turned her head again, and looked down at the little curly hair carefully. She stayed. The pullover on the second child is full of holes, big and small, crooked holes, holes cut out by scissors.The corduroy trouser legs were cut into strips, just like the bearded jeans worn by hippies back then, one was long and the other was short. The second child was dressed in tattered clothes and stood there like a beggar.He was smiling there, and a grain of rice happened to be stuck to his face. "You, you, you——" Mom took a breath, and then saw that he also had a few big holes cut in his socks, exposing his toes. The second child smiled like an angel: "Brother did it!" Mom let out a beastly moan from her throat, rushed upstairs, and slammed open the door of Ann's room; Ann was sitting on the ground assembling a boat. "An'an." Mom yelled fiercely. "Huh?" An An raised her face. "Who cut the clothes on my brother?" Mom's huge body blocked the door, with her hands on her hips. The eldest hesitated to speak, glanced at his mother, lowered his head, and said quietly after a long while: "Mom, I'm sorry." "I'm sorry, it's useless, you waste everything—" Thinking that the child might not understand, the mother continued like a cannonball: "You destroy things, your Somali children are starving to death, you will cut good clothes and ruin them. What are you going to do if the scissors hurt someone?" "Originally," An An said in a low voice, "I wanted to try how good the new scissors are..." "What happened later?" Mom wanted to laugh again. "Later... I don't know wow... I don't know why I cut so many holes... I was angry with him." The voice was so small that it was almost inaudible. "What?" Mom thought she didn't hear clearly. "I'm mad at him." The second child who was dressed in rags came over from behind the mother's legs and sat down next to the eldest. "Hold out your hand," Mom said. The eldest quickly hid his hands in his clothes, and kept saying: "Don't hit, don't hit..." The second child put his arms around his brother's head, covered his body with his whole body, and shouted loudly: "Don't hit, don't hit... ..." The two brothers huddled together, depending on each other.When I looked up again, I found that my mother was no longer there. The smell of cake in the room.