Sister's War

My sister and Banana were close friends, and then the two sisters fell out and fought. Ban Hua is strong, a handful of my sister's hair, hit sister's cheek, mouth greeting my mother. Sister was pinned on her head and cried her nose while greeting Banghua's mother. She has long lost control, but a death grip on a strand of Banghua's hair, to defend her last shred of dignity. The children watched and coaxed, but none of them came over to pull the persuasion. My sister's nose was bleeding, blood and tears mixed and dripping down her loose hair. Ban Hua was tired of beating and greeted my mother, before finally letting go of her hand. My sister wiped her face, slowly walked back to her seat, got down, and cried.

The "rich white girl" is in a sense a reflection of her half-life, she is a complete failure. It is said that she was born with the image of defeat, in late autumn, everything is depressing. She is a sheep, a woman's taboo, the Yang fire life, but also destined to work for a lifetime. Grandma looked at the umbilical cord on the ground and murmured, "God, bless this daughter to live."

When my sister was six and a half years old, a bone spur appeared on her left sideburn, which was difficult for the doctors in ten miles and eight villages. The bone spur seemed to be a demon that possessed her, keeping her awake at night and making her eyes black and breathless. Finally, when the family was at the end of their tether, she broke away from her mother and ran into the courtyard, falling headlong onto the hearth and spewing out two piles of bright red blood. Her mother screamed and ran out as she slowly rose from the hearth, wiped her face, and said, "Mother, I seem to be all right."

The sister who survived then went to school with the other children, and she preferred school to the endless bickering of the family and the poor couple, or rather all her happiness came from school, her looks and grades were unremarkable, but she loved the place, the teacher's roll call, the fragrance of the title page, the playfulness of her friends until the class girl with three bars on her shoulder beat her to a pulp with a pencil sharpener, and then she Only then did she realize that the school did not love her as much as she thought it did.

In 1993, she was fourteen years old, attending a rural high school and welcoming her first love. She even had a sad first love, and he was the dream girl of the whole class, and the boyfriend of the class flower. The boy, who looks like Lin Zhiying, likes to gang up and fight, and every time he fights, he is followed by a crowd of hundreds of people, and the dust rises. Zhiying won the fight, with his head high, walking through the crowd without looking away, the minions followed closely behind him, and he suddenly threw his hair, a few girls in the crowd will lose focus.

Lin Zhiying, such a good man, usually can not avoid the fate of expulsion, the class flower will be the end of the examination also left the country school, the two picked good day firecrackers engaged. Zhiying's father is a shuttle bus driver, the same year as my father, called Daxi. Daxi, after drinking four taels of white wine, looked at his father with affection and said, "Brother, let's be in-laws, as long as you say so, I'll find someone to withdraw the marriage." My father gently patted Daxi's shoulder and said, "Bullshit."

At night, the power went out, the father comforted his daughter by candlelight, he said, "Forget it, daughter, let's go to school, there will be better ones in the future." My sister bowed her head and sobbed, and I felt sorry for her, but I couldn't go up and comfort her because I was only ten years old.