If success is compared to climbing to the sky, self-learning is the ladder of success

But it was because I was not a spectator that I hated her at that moment. She knew full well that her brother was no match for her, she knew full well that he would eventually forgive her.

"Nan Yin, you can't tell anyone about this. You have to pretend to the end, and we will pretend that nothing has happened." When my brother slowly said these words to me, I knew that he had survived. For him, "getting over it" meant successfully acting as if nothing had happened and living an orderly life in the face of great trauma. My sister always laughed at my brother's self-delusion about this - but what can an ordinary person do when he wants to live with a little clean dignity? She simply does not understand that it is not called self-deception, because her brother is using all his strength, gritting his teeth, waiting for real peace and poise to come.

This was the case when little uncle and Chen Yan got married, this was the case when Sister Jiang Ciao left, and - when we both first saw Bei Bei, through the glass of the heater, Bei Bei squirmed peacefully with her eyes closed like a small animal - they said she was put in this They said she was put inside because she had pneumonia, but it was very treatable. It's amazing, she can't even open her eyes yet, she has lungs. My brother was silent and uncomprehending, and I said, "That looks so small." After a few seconds, he answered me, "Yes." So I knew that he had just been glowering. I glanced at him darkly and found him smiling. That smile was not for Bei Bei, for his eyes were fixed on the transparent wall of the heated box that was painted brighter by the light. He was smiling at the one that was vaguely reflected on it, his face.

Then in a hustle and bustle where everyone was buzzing and busy, he said to Chen Yan, "Congratulations."

When he found that the original in everyone is lively and busy in the noise of the "win" despite the gesture, he tried everything to make himself again not feel comfortable "lose". But he did not know that he had unknowingly changed the criteria by which I judged victory and defeat. So I'm used to it, used to the fact that as long as my brother did not move the curtain, then no matter what intense drama has been staged, no matter how the middle character and the audience below (of course they are the same group of people) how to trample the calm of others into the lawn of the street park, we still ushered in one sunny morning after another, as usual, like this around a table to eat breakfast, as usual, watching Mom while Give everyone a share of fried eggs while throwing an eye color to dad, and as usual listen to grandma persistently asking everyone for their last name - the inertia of life is powerful, and my brother is stronger than life.

I thought this one was just like the old days. He struggled, he was silent, he wanted me to keep my mouth shut with him, yes this time the incident was a bit more serious than the original so he had to go to the distant mountains of Sichuan to hide for a while, but he thanked the curtain as usual after all. But he said he wanted to move out, which made my heart jump. Brother, you can't go back on your promise - but why can't he go back on his promise? Just because he has never regretted it? Zheng Nanyin, won't you be too selfish?

"Nanyin, hurry up and eat, what are you fuming about again." Mom said, "We have to take Grandma to the park for a walk later, so don't dawdle."

"What's the hurry?" I bit down on the head of my chopsticks.

"I'll go with you, I have to hurry." Mom stood up and started to clean up the dishes.

Oops. But I said without changing my face, "You don't have to follow, it's enough for me to take Grandma. You have to go to work, you have to take Dad's car anyway, so go ahead."

"I'm not taking your father's car today," Mom's voice came out from the kitchen, "I'm not going to the office today, I have to go to a meeting, and that place is just across the park."

This is completely out of the question. I had to lower my head to text Su Yuanzhi: "Have you gone out?"

He replied, "I'm already in the park."

"Very unlucky, my mother must follow today. You hide far away first don't come over, I'll text you when my mom leaves, sorry oh."

"Even if you see your mom, it's okay."

"But she'll nag again. She'll scold me for acting like a thief. She'll scold me again for deciding to go to graduate school and still playing around all day... it's just annoying... it's better to do more than less." I sighed with great self-appreciation, praising the speed with which I could press the keys on my phone.

"Okay then."

"Did you miss me?"

With the "ding-dong" of my phone's text message alert, my mom raised her voice in annoyance: "Zheng Nanyin, I told you to hurry up, did you hear me? You can't even put your phone down for breakfast!"

"I grabbed my dishes from the empty table and rushed into the kitchen before I had a chance to see what he had replied to me.

For some reason, February in Dragon City always makes me think that winter is just going to last forever and ever - to be precise, it makes me think that it's good that it's going to last forever and ever. The sun was soft and cold, but not as harsh. My mom and I walked to my grandmother's left and right, leaving her protected like a child in the middle, surveying with curious eyes the boring pines and cypresses in the park that were dying to stay green. "Can't you walk a little slower? It's not like you don't know that Grandma can't keep up." -- In short, Mom always had a way of finding fault with me, and if I did walk a little slower, she was sure to say again, "What the hell are you dawdling about?" In front of my brother, sister, and Bei Bei, she was always soft-spoken, uncaring, and then fair and forgiving, but when it came to me and Dad, it was different.

Grandma turned her face with great certainty and said to mom, "It's to Fuzi Temple, right?"

"Mom, I'm not going to the Fuzi Temple today, I'll go another day." This was the dialogue that came up every morning during the walk. Grandma didn't know she had left Nanjing anyway, so it was useless to explain to her.

"Spring will be here soon, Mom." Mom's speech is getting slower and slower these days, and it seems that if she speaks slowly, Grandma will be able to understand, "When the weather warms up, we'll go to the countryside to play together, Nanyin's father has a friend who has a yard in the countryside and has planted a lot of apple trees.