Chapter 12 brother-1

When my father passed away, my eldest brother was twenty-five years old and had just graduated from college;My brothers took good care of me in every possible way, and they were very mature and stable, so even though my father died, I never suffered a little bit.I regard my eldest brother as my father, and my second brother as an uncle who works hard all day, and only cares about acting like a baby to them.No matter how much I ask, my brothers just tolerate me with a smile.Although my brothers didn't let me know anything, they always let me do whatever I want, but it's not just these tangible things. In order to keep the inheritance that is definitely more than a million and the political power of my father's parties, the brothers must have invested a lot Many invisible efforts.There are no uncles or elders to rely on on the father's side. All the big and small chores can only be handled by the 25-year-old eldest brother and the 23-year-old second brother.The eldest brother became the mayor at the age of twenty-five, and after getting a little familiar with political practice, he became a county councilor at the age of thirty-one.I heard that he was the youngest county councilor in the whole country at that time, and newspapers called him Konoe of A County, and he was also used as a subject in comic books, which was very popular.

However, the eldest brother still looks depressed all day long.What the elder brother yearns for is not there.His bookshelf is full of the complete works of Oscar Wilde 2, Ibsen 3, and works of Japanese dramatists. He used to write and write operas himself, and would often call his younger brothers and sisters into the room to read to us; The eldest brother's face was full of joy from the bottom of his heart.Although I was still young at the time, I didn't understand it very well, but most of Big Brother's operas seem to be based on the theme of the desolation of fate.My eldest brother wrote a long opera called "Zheng Zheng 4". I can still clearly outline the expressions of the characters in it even now.

When my eldest brother was 30 years old, our family worked together to publish a fanzine "AONBO5" with a ridiculous title. The third child who was in charge of editing was the third student who was studying sculpture at an art school. The name "AONBO" was thought up by Lao San alone, and this name seems to make him very proud.The cover was also drawn by him, but it was all in a surreal style with extravagant hype, and a lot of silver powder was used, so I couldn't understand what he was drawing at all.Brother published an essay in the first issue. My eldest brother asked me to take dictation notes for him. The topic was "rice".I still remember that my eldest brother put his hands behind his back, stared at the ceiling, and walked slowly in circles in the western-style room on the second floor.

"All right, all right. I'm going to get started." "Ok." "I will be 30 years old this year. Confucius said that at 30, I stand tall. However, where I can stand, I may fall at any time. Gradually, I can no longer feel the meaning of life. If I can barely say, I am alive only when I eat. The "rice" mentioned here is not an abstract form of life, nor is it a conceptual desire to live, but simply refers to the full bowl of rice. It refers to the feeling of chewing the rice. It is a kind of animal satisfaction. It is a very vulgar topic......." At that time I was only a middle school student, but in the midst of tremblingly copying my elder brother's words, I still couldn't help crying for my elder brother.What about Mr. Konoe from County A? Everyone is ignorantly boasting about it. In fact, I don’t think anyone knows how lonely the elder brother is.

The second brother seems to have published nothing in this inaugural issue, but he has been a loyal reader since the early days of Junichiro Tanizaki 6, and he also admires Isamu Yoshii's demeanor very much.The second brother is very good at drinking, he has the air of a bold general, but he never harms anything with alcohol. What I yearn for, maybe it's Isamu Yoshii's ambitious ambition of "Shingo who steps into a red light and never returns. 8".Once he published an essay on pigeons in a local newspaper, and a recent photo of the author was also published in the newspaper. He jokingly swaggered and showed it to me: "Well, my photo is posted like this, and I look like a literati. Well, it smells like Isamu Yoshii." The second brother's face is like Zuo Danci9, very majestic; the eldest brother's facial features are slender, and his family members all praise him for his appearance like Matsutsuta10.In fact, they have long realized that they are beautiful, and sometimes when they are drunk, they will imitate the intonations in Toribe Yamashin 11 or Sarayashiki 12 by Zuodanji Matsutsuta.

At this time, a person was lying far away on the sofa in the western-style room on the second floor, listening to the imitation cross talk of the two brothers, and the one who let out a vicious laugh with a "hum" was the third child.This brother entered art school, but his body was very weak, so he didn't put much energy on sculpture, but was obsessed with novels.He also has many friends who are fond of literature. He co-published a fanzine called "Cross Street" with them, and painted the cover for the magazine himself. .The pen name he used was Yumekawa Riichi (ゆめかわりいち)13, and his brothers and sisters laughed at him, saying they couldn't stand his name.He also printed his business card in the Roman spelling of RIICHIUMEKAWA, and gave me one as a gesture, but because it sounded like Umekawa Riichi, even I got hairy, "Brother, aren't you Yumekawa? You printed it on purpose. Is this so?" I asked, and my brother's face immediately turned red.

"Ah, no, I'm not Mei Chuan!" Business cards have already been distributed to friends, seniors, and frequented tea shops.It seems that this is not a misprint by the printing factory, but that my brother personally ordered UMEKAWA.Mispronouncing the word u as 〔yu〕 in English is a mistake that many people make easily.This business card finally became the laughing stock of the whole family, and my brother was also called by Mr. Mei Chuan and Mr. Chubei 14 at home.This elder brother was in very weak health and died ten years ago at the age of twenty-eight.He was born with a beautiful appearance like a heavenly man. At that time, the girl magazines that my sisters read, every month there would be a girl named Fukiya Koji on the cover of a girl with big eyes and a slender figure. My brother looks exactly like that girl, and I often look at his face in a daze.I'm not jealous of him, but instead enjoy the wonderful feeling that I can't laugh or cry without knowing why.

My brother is serious by nature, and he is even quite strict in private, but he just likes to regard the romantic gentleman style and ghost-faced laughing style that are said to be popular in France in the past as his daily pastime, and he keeps looking down on others indiscriminately, pretending to be aloof .The eldest brother got married and gave birth to a little girl at that time. Every summer vacation, young uncles and aunts would come back home from schools in Tokyo, City A, City H, and various places to gather together. , come to the uncle in Tokyo, come here, come to Aunt A's side, scrambling to grab a little nephew. At this time, my brother will stand a little away from everyone and talk about the newborn baby. Nephew's bad words: "What's wrong, it's still red, it's disgusting." Then he stretched out his hands helplessly, "Come, come, come to the French uncle." During dinner time, everyone Facing the dishes on the table, they sat in a row in the order of grandmother, mother, eldest brother, second brother, third brother, and me. Opposite them sat the accountant, sister-in-law and sisters.No matter how hot the summer is, the eldest brother and the second brother must insist on drinking Japanese sake. They have prepared large towels beside them. While drinking hot wine, they kept dripping sweat from the towels on their bodies. Rub on.They probably drink a liter or two every night, but they both drink very well, so I never see them lose their temper in front of everyone.The third brother would never join their ranks, but just sat on the seat without noticing, pouring the wine into the elegant glass, and the glass bottomed out in the blink of an eye, and then hurriedly finished the meal , Seriously said to everyone slowly, as if disappeared without a trace, the beauty of that figure is really amazing.

When the "AONBO" magazine was released, it was the same as before. The elder brother asked me to collect all kinds of manuscripts with the whole family because he was the editor-in-chief, and read and hummed viciously while holding his hand.I finally finished the dictation notes for my eldest brother's essay "Fan", and happily handed it over to the editor-in-chief, who immediately said "huh". "What is this? This kind of thing is called an orderly tone. What Confucius said, it's really bad." He poured out a box of cursing.The third brother is very aware of the loneliness in the elder brother's heart, but he still can't help being interested, and speaks ill of him every time.Always scolding other people's works as worthless, how is this brother's own work? Every time I mention this question, I always feel a little lonely. In the inaugural issue of "AONBO", a magazine with a strange name, the editor-in-chief kept his self-respect and did not publish a novel, but only two ballads.No matter how I think about it now, I really don’t think it’s a masterpiece.Brother, he is an elder brother, why would he want to publish such a thing, now I even feel very sorry.This is really embarrassing to write, the two poems are like this: one is called "Red Canna" and the other is called "Cornflowers Cause Pity", the former says "The red canna is just like my heart. Etc. .” I always feel embarrassed to write.The latter said, "Poor cornflowers. One, two, three, put them in my sleeve, and so on." What do you guys think?Maybe it's better to carefully hide it at the bottom of the basket and not take it out. For the sake of my brother's chic and romantic gentleman image, I think so now.But at that time, I respected my brother’s complete ghost face poisonous laughter style very much. He was also a member of the famous doujinshi magazine “Cross Street” in Tokyo. In addition, my brother himself seemed to be quite satisfied with the poem, and he was still in the town later. While proofreading the poem in the printing shop in the town, I sang "Red Canna Like My Heart" in a strange tune, which made me feel like it was a masterpiece.In this "AONBO" magazine, there are too many nostalgic and hilarious memories, but today I don't know why, I am too lazy to talk about it, so I want to talk about the time when the third brother passed away, Good to end this article.

This elder brother, two or three years before his death, had almost spent his days on the sickbed.His body was beginning to be eaten away by tuberculosis bacteria, but he was still in good spirits. He didn't really want to go back to the countryside, and he didn't want to be hospitalized, so he rented a room at Toyamahara's place and invited Mr. and Mrs. W from his hometown. Move into one of them, and the rest of the rooms are for your own use, and you can live in it leisurely.After I entered high school, I didn’t go back to the country during the holidays. Most of the time I went to my brother’s house in Totsuka, Tokyo to visit him and walk around the streets of Tokyo with him.My brother likes to make up lies to lie to me.He would whisper while walking in Ginza,