Chapter 59: Blocking the cockroaches

Author: Child Practice

Chapter 59: Blocking the cockroaches

I started laying the mat.

My sister started to do small movements, and there was a towel under the air conditioner to wipe the dripping water.

Why is there a drip of water?

The air conditioner is old.

My parents bought it when they got married.

There is a large photo hanging on the wall next to the air conditioner, a simple wedding photo. My mother is wearing a white wedding dress without too many endings, and she is thin and long.

Although it is actually not 1.6 meters tall and is not tall. You always have to wear high heels when you go out, but the wedding photos are tall and thin.

Dad was wearing a black suit, tie, and glasses were taken off, so he looked dazed.

The two of them got together, holding a bouquet of fake flowers in the middle, and leaned their heads inward, showing a smile in front of them.

What a perfect match.

The background color is bright red, and it looks festive.

But except for this one, I can't see any other photos of my parents, and they are hidden.

My sister used a towel to plug the gap under the door, which was really thoughtful.

If this cockroach wants to come in, he will definitely get in from underneath. Only by blocking the door without leaving a gap can it be truly foolproof.

I glanced at the corner after entering the door that was pressed to the bottom.

There are three layers, one quarter round, used to stack frequently used debris, such as needlework boxes, jewelry boxes, photo albums, books, toys, and dismantled telephones.

I always thought it was very convenient to have a phone at home, and I didn’t understand why I had to remove it, but if I thought about it, it was normal to remove it. It seemed that I couldn’t make a phone call once a month.

With a cell phone, what else can I call a landline?

There has always been no one in the house.

It’s rare to answer a phone call, but it’s better to dismantle it and make aside somewhere to put something else.

I took out the two photo albums at the bottom. They were quite large and they were all sorted into grids. Several photos could be placed on a page. When I opened it, I saw a photo in front of my grandma's house.

My sister and I seem to be quite small and can stand. My grandma squatted down. Her hair was not white yet, black, she looked young, but her face was covered with wrinkles, and the color was very dark, and

Compared with our two white and tender children.

One left and one right, grandma protects us.

My sister and I were wearing black sweaters with strawberries on it and a small bib on our chest. The colors were the same, blue, and a red dot was pointed on our forehead.

It looks rustic.

I don’t know where my eyes are looking at my clothes, but my sister is still holding the bib with her hands, so she doesn’t want to wear such ugly things.

I'm looking elsewhere, but not looking at the camera.

Grandma was smiling, with a very kind smile.

Grandpa also came into the camera.

In a corner, he sat on a small stool and was eating banana slices. This was the same thing that my sister and I loved to eat when we were young. It was cheap and delicious. One slice could be eaten in our hands for a long time.

Grandpa looked more energetic than he is now.

It seems like I can remember something.

In the next picture, my sister and I were still walking by ourselves in such clothes, reaching out our hands and asking for something.

There is a hand holding a banana slice in my photo. This is grandma's hand, and I can recognize it.

The other one is a sister who has no bib, running towards someone who is her mother.

I remembered it.

I seemed to have chased my mother at that time.

Then I fell down, and my mother blamed me for dirtying my clothes I had just changed, and didn't come to help me, and shouted to let me stand up by myself.

I tried to stand, but I fell down again. I wanted to get up by myself, but I heard the sound of scolding me crying loudly, and I couldn't stand even more when I cried. It was my grandmother who came over to help me up and patted me for me.

dust.

"Wenwen is still young."

Grandma squatted down and hugged me in her arms, constantly patting my back, "Be good, stop crying."

Mom was still angry.

I suddenly remembered these things.

Is it even a clear picture before I was three years old? No wonder I have to forget, because my mother has hated me since then.

My sister fell down and she said something disgusting, but she immediately came over and helped her up. She was also the black dress with strawberries.

I remembered it, all of it.

Why?

Why be biased?

I stared at my sister who was still trying hard to stuff the door. I was not angry at this moment, and I felt unprecedented calm in my heart. What does these things have to do with me and my sister?

It is their business that parents are partial to each other.

My sister and I have always said everything, and we can even talk about the same thing all night. You, me, others, you, me, I just sow discord. Even the bias of our parents is also a disguised challenge.

Disaster.

Can't be fooled.

They really have ulterior motives.

What plastic sisters do not exist between us.

"Lao Wen, come here quickly and find a towel. Not enough." My sister squatted and turned around and called me.

I looked for towels in the room everywhere.

Grandma pulled her sister up and said, "What are you doing? Get up quickly, why are you blocking the door?"

My sister reluctantly got up: "There are cockroaches outside."

Grandma took away the towel: "What's wrong with cockroaches? I can't get in outside. How can I get out if it's blocked?"

It's just that I can't get out.

The door opens inward.

The sister talked back and said, "Why is it hard to go out? You can go out after taking it off. Mom, you have to go outside to get something, bring it in, and then open the door later when you go back."

Grandma refused: "If you don't take anything, you can't block the door. When there will be cockroaches, I will slap them to death."

My sister moved out what happened just now: "I just slapped to death, so there is no need to block the door now."

Grandma got angry: "Isn't it just a cockroach."

The sister pouted aggrievedly: "It's a big cockroach." Tears were already rolling in her eyes, "Cockroach, cockroach."

I went over and patted my sister on the back.

My sister immediately sobbed and asked me again: "Lao Wen." She looked at me pitifully, "Where did the cockroach run away just now."

"On the outside cabinet." I comforted my sister, "I'll get inside and I won't run in."

Grandma was also a little panicked, and took her sister's hand and began to persuade: "Stop crying, my mother goes out to knock on cockroaches, you two are all inside."

"Um."

After grandma went out, the sister squatted down while crying and continued to block the door.

"Lao Wen, come here to help."

"Um."

I couldn't find any other towels, so I thought of using slippers to block them. The two of them were so busy that they didn't expect that cockroaches would be so capable.
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