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    My mother goes to Mr. Liu¡¯s house every morning to help, and in the afternoon she takes care of Mrs. Li¡¯s children. On the way back in the evening, she picks up the laundry and washes it until the rooster crows, then rests for a while.  Occasionally she woke up at night, hearing the sound of clothes being rubbed in her ears, and the tired sigh suppressed in her throat.  Sometimes my brother wakes up and we look around, tears falling down hard.

    ¡°When I was older and had the strength to do her laundry, my younger brother started going to school, and the family was even more strapped. She had to mop the floor at night, and when she came back she couldn¡¯t even straighten her waist.  My younger brother taught me new words when he came back from school every day, and asked me to write on paper with pencilbut he couldn't bear to use it himself.  It took my mother several days of laundry to buy such a short pencil because it was a Western product.  The Chinese could not make pencils At that time, I had a strange feeling in my heart.  Every time before my younger brother does his homework, he has to think carefully about the manuscript and write down the answers one stroke at a time. Even if a mosquito is staring at his face, he will not stop writing and swat it to death.  That day, he happily took out a short pencil from his pocket and said he wanted to give it to me. I had never been so happy. I asked him how he got there, but he didn't tell me. When my mother found out, she was very angry and suspected him.  Steal something.  Only then did the younger brother explain that a classmate in the class thought the pencil was too short to hold and difficult to write with, so he threw the pencil into the trash can and he picked it up quietly.

    Later, he often brought back some small things, such as a small eraser, a book that was wet with water, or a very short pencil tip.  Use a bamboo branch as thick as your little finger to sharpen it, take out the lead from the pencil tip and insert it, and you will have another "pen" that you can hold and write with.  My younger brother uses this pen at home and the long pen at school that never seems to finish writing.

    He was found taking out the trash can.  No one played with him and he was sometimes bullied.  The other classmates' families were better off than ours. Even if he was beaten, he would just endure it and beg those bad kids not to hit him where they could see it.  Don't let mother know.

    That day, my mother took us to visit the third young master of the Si family next door. She specially asked us to clean up and put on neat clothes, and also prepared a basket of eggs.  Usually eggs are sold for money. Only during holidays, my mother would boil two eggs. My brother and I would each have one. She said she wouldn¡¯t eat them. At that time, I peeled off the yolk and my brother peeled off the whites and stuffed them into her mouth.  inside.

    I usually wash clothes and mend clothes in the yard, and rarely see him.  Every time I catch a glimpse of that cyan figure from a distance, I lower my head to avoid it.  Afraid that he would see a person with a sallow complexion and a wretched appearance.

    He was very close and I didn¡¯t dare to look at him.

    My mother wanted to ask him if he had any old books that he didn¡¯t want. If she could lend them to him, she just said ¡°yes¡±.

    I thought it was the best sound in the world at the time, and I thought so later.

    He said that if we encounter any questions that we don¡¯t understand, we can ask him.

    Mother asked us to kowtow, but he stopped her and did not ask for our eggs. Later, he picked five chicks and went over.

    Actually, I want to keep chickens at home and catch them when they want to eat.  There is no way a person like him should keep chickens at homeit would be a blasphemy for him to step on anything if he soils the yard.

    There is a difference between a truly pampered person and a poor person.  They don't care about the length or shortness of the pencil, nor do they care about the price of rice.  At first, I just thought he was a young master from a wealthy family, full of knowledge, as far away as the moon in the sky. Later, when I saw him feeding chickens and sweeping the yard, I suddenly felt that he was similar to us. Only when I really got to know people who are pampered and live a good life did I realize  They are different from the third young master.  No matter how kind-hearted those wealthy people are, they will always feel a little strange when they know my predicament.  After reading the sentence "Already aware of the vastness of the universe, I still pity the green grass and trees", I instantly understood what kind of person he was.

    He seems to be sparing with words and talks about issues in only a few words, but he is to the point and clear.  My younger brother read the books he sent and received his guidance, and his grades improved rapidly.

    After my younger brother came first in the exam, he no longer got beaten and occasionally received some gifts.  My younger brother made new friends and things got better at school.  I'm very proud of him and sad at the same time.  He will get better and better, and what kind of person will I grow into?  Like all women, surrounding their husbands and children, always guarding one-third of an acre of land?  For this reason, I was depressed for a long time.

    After the third young master found out, he asked me if I wanted to go to school.

    How could I go to school Later, he said that he would go to school if he wanted to, and then he really did.

    When I stay with him, I never dare to look at him. I just take his words seriously and get rid of my bad habits bit by bit.  Except for eating and sleeping, I spend all my time studying, fearing that one day others will say that he is good at everything but has a poor vision.  He is also afraid that he cannot help him, and that others will envy him.

    It¡¯s a bit funny to say it. At that time, I always felt that he only believed in the truth.?There is coming.  "

    "Why is there no news at all?"

    Others say the same thing.

    Everybody knows who didn¡¯t come, and they are all waiting.

    Some people say that he and General Si Qingheng died in that bloody battle.  However, there is a Chinese major general abroad who has been supporting the families of martyrs all year round. He looks like General Si Qingheng. So why doesn't anyone come back to the research institute to formulate a research plan and handle everything in an orderly manner as before?

    The overall person in charge of the project still has his name written on it.

    Until it turned into a mushroom cloud and lingered amidst the cheers, he did not come.

    It turns out that the day we said goodbye to him in the institute was the last time we met him in this life. I couldn¡¯t look at him one more time, and I didn¡¯t even know where his grave was.

    ??We all decided together that the day of success would be his death anniversary.

    All the staff of the institute set up a tomb for him.

    The clothes were all over the snow, and they turned around for thousands of miles.

    He has always lived in my memory, as if one day he would suddenly open the door and come in, still young.

    The accumulated stones are like jade, and the pine trees are like emerald green.  Lang Yan is unique and unique in the world.

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    There will be other extras tomorrow

    Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or gave me the nutrient solution~

    Thank you to the little angel who threw [Grenade]: 1 Silver Wing and Purple Feather;

    Thank you to the little angels who threw [landmines]: Lele, 12th Phase 3, Qingjiu 1;

    Thank you to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

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