Chapter 44 Summer vacation is here and we can talk all night long

Author: Chi Zi Lian

Chapter 44 Summer vacation is here and we can talk all night long

On the day of summer vacation, we stayed up late to celebrate the two-month holiday.

Grandpa took the certificate upstairs and put it away, and the homework, along with the report card, rolled into the corner of the sofa with the schoolbag.

Mom and Dad discussed letting us go back to their own homes for a while, but we refused and wanted to live with our grandparents.

I didn’t go upstairs to bed until 12 o’clock.

Grandpa goes to bed at 10 o'clock and snores.

Grandma also snores, sitting with us on the sofa and dozing off all the time. When she woke up, she asked us: "Have you watched TV all night?"

I didn't stay up all night.

"It's not even 12 o'clock yet, and we haven't even arrived tomorrow yet. How can we watch TV all night?" My sister and I were very concerned about this statement.

Although it is already 11:55 now.

"Yes." Grandma responded and advised us to go to bed early. Then she stayed with us, folded her arms, closed her eyes again because she was too sleepy, and nodded her head.

I was really afraid that I would hit the ground like this.

"We're going to sleep."

Grandma woke up all of a sudden, turned off the TV and electric fan, and took us upstairs to sleep.

A creaking sound resounded in the silent house.

Somewhat penetrating.

My sister likes to walk in the middle. When I walk at the back, I have to pull her clothes behind her for fear of being left behind.

Went upstairs.

A light bulb with a warm yellow glow was lit, illuminating the narrow aisle underfoot.

Grandpa's bed is next to the corridor, and there are some boxes and sundries piled on the other side. Grandma won't let us touch it because it's dirty.

These are the garbage that grandpa doesn't want to throw away.

Old clothes and quilts are all in here. They are no longer usable and have become moldy, so they still have to be kept in there.

Around the corner is grandma's bed.

There are also two old almanacs hanging on the mosquito net, both with torn pages. They have been hanging, what is appropriate and what is taboo.

Sometimes my sister and I would take it out and look at it, so it has always been there.

Grandma covered us with quilts, turned off the lights, and fell asleep.

My sister and I still couldn't sleep. We didn't have to get up early tomorrow anyway, so we just lay down and started chatting.

Outside the house, there should be stars.

"It's finally a holiday and we can play."

My sister was lying on the innermost side, covered with a thin quilt, with her hands inside and one of her legs exposed on top of the quilt. She patted it a few times and said, "It's cool and comfortable. It's just like a little cotton-padded jacket. It's soft."

Lao Wen, do you want to touch me?"

She handed over the cotton-padded jacket she was touching and put it on my face. It was very comfortable, but I still refused.

"Need not."

I have ears that I can touch, and the earlobes and the ring outside the ears are cool and feel very comfortable to the touch.

When I have nothing to do, I just like to touch my ears that are so cold, and I don’t have any worries at all.

I tilted my head and looked at my sister.

She likes little cotton-padded jackets.

It's a very small piece that I wore when I was a kid. I even took it with me to elementary school.

Put it in your schoolbag and sneak it in after class.

Therefore, my sister doesn’t like others to touch her schoolbag. At one point, she couldn’t even touch it, for fear that I would damage her little cotton-padded jacket.

The little red cotton-padded jacket is already very dark, old and worn, but I still don’t want to throw it away and won’t listen to anything I say.

Just take it away and cry.

And she kept crying, no matter how she coaxed her, it was no use. When she was tired from crying, she took a rest for a while, and then continued to cry for a little cotton-padded jacket.

My sister, who talks less than me in school, will never give in on this point.

Unless the little cotton-padded jacket is returned.

Then she will give up.

But he didn't let go, he put the cotton-padded jacket close to his face, tilting his head with a look of care on his face.

After being snatched away once, they became inseparable.

My parents thought that my sister and I had a good relationship, so they persuaded me in the corridor of the chess and card room: "Wenwen, can you go and help your sister take off the little cotton-padded jacket? It's hot, won't it feel warm if you carry it with you?"

My sister overheard it and hugged her little cotton-padded jacket at the door of the chess and card room and shouted, "It's not hot. The little cotton-padded jacket is soft and comfortable."

Mom and Dad had no choice but to change their words and say: "Yinyin, then keep your cotton-padded jacket at home and don't take it to school. You are such an adult and others will laugh when they see it. We won't take it away and throw it away."

"Humph." My sister walked away directly.

"This child." My mother asked my father to persuade my sister. She stayed to persuade me and asked me to secretly take away my sister's things. She also said that I am a sister and my sister will not blame me.

I believe that there are ghosts.

"I'm not happy." I won't deliberately look for trouble. Taking away my sister's little cotton-padded jacket will definitely make my sister hold a grudge for a long time.

I know this much better than they do.

There are some things that no one can touch, including parents, grandma, and me. This is a kind of trust. Once touched, it will be gone.

Therefore, I will not believe my mother who has touched my piggy jar.

"Then you go back, we can figure it out ourselves." Mom let me go.

I ran out of the chess and card room as if I was running away.

Dad just walked out of grandma's house. I stopped to observe him, took out the cigarette box, took a cigarette and shook it up and down in my mouth. I lit the fire and started puffing away, sighing from time to time.

K.O. was completely defeated.

My sister stood at the door of the house, stroking the little cotton-padded jacket that no one could take away, as if comforting a frightened child.

But who will comfort her?

I glanced at me with lingering anger. It was my sister who was looking at me, her face full of wariness and distrust.

At that moment, the scorching sun was scorching, it was like falling into an ice cellar, and there was only one thought in my mind.

As a sister, am I worse than a little cotton-padded jacket?

I kept asking myself questions, but I still couldn't get an answer.

Dad saw me dumbfounded and didn't move. He took two puffs of cigarette and came over. He turned his head and patted my shoulder twice. His tone was calm, but it added fuel to the fire: "I'll see about you later."

Look at me?

What to see?

I looked at his back and didn't understand why my father would push this kind of thing to me. In front of me was no longer a tall figure, but a head of a family. After being defeated, he went to the chess and card room without looking back.

Looking back at my sister, she was even more angry. I didn't know how to speak to comfort someone who was so angry, so I could only walk over cautiously and try to approach slowly.

My sister ran back immediately.

I caught up two steps and shouted towards the narrow corridor: "I won't touch your little cotton-padded jacket."

My sister didn't believe it and ran faster: "Then stay away from me."

Stay away...

Stay away from your biological sister?

I watched my sister's leaving figure with a wry smile. The sound of hurried footsteps quickly disappeared, and the hurtful words kept echoing in my ears.

I am actually hated by my sister?

There was no way to blame my sister. I could only grit my teeth and think that it was all my parents' fault.

It's them who created a gap between me and my sister who talks about everything. It's their fault.

I stood filled with resentment. Even touching my ears could not calm my anger.

The force is a little heavier.

My ears turn red and start to feel hot, and they no longer feel cold or cold.

I shook my hand away and stopped touching it.
To be continued...