A strong faith will win strong people

"You can write now, too."

"Forget it, I kind of hate him right now." She smiled with sudden embarrassment.

"Zhaozhao." I use a tone of protest.

"Really." She rolled over a little and turned her back to me, pulling the covers a lot further in her direction in the process.

"Anyone can hate him. People who don't have their loved ones anymore should hate him, but not you." I said as I snatched my part of the quilt back again.

"I know it's his fault." I sighed helplessly, "But Zhaozhao, he's your father. If my dad does something wrong, or rather, commits a crime and kills someone, everyone else can think he's ten times worse, but to me, he'll always be my dad, and I can always help him escape, keep him from being caught by the police, keep him from being judged. Isn't that what family is all about? Or do you just think that your father has disgraced you and that's why you have to hate him?"

"You're full of shit." He turned around vehemently, hard, in the darkness, in the direction she imagined me to be, "Who are you to say that!"

"Well, I'm sorry, Zhaozhao, can I apologize? I do not mean that, not just a metaphor ...... "I do not think is weak, I have a little regret in her nerve fragile time to stimulate her, I think originally I am a sister, should be good to her - Forget it, confess it, there is something in her that scares me, I am such a wimp.

She did respond to me with silence. The silence was unbearable. What was she thinking about? Was she thinking about getting up and punching me in the face? Or was she just going to roll out of bed, leave, and leave a room full of embarrassment to me? Time is dripping into ice, and I'm a little annoyed, if it were me, even if the other person said something that stung me, I would choose to laugh it off for fear of causing embarrassment to others. Not to mention my nerves are not that strong, I also endured the brutal silence caused by myself after someone else apologized. After all, it was me who made the first bit of noise, and I sighed and buried my head under the covers. I was disappointed in myself - why couldn't I just carry on like a rock and even sigh as a sign of submission? Whatever, let's escape reality with the darkness created by that warm quilt that is darker than night, I'm not even bothered to serve you.

Her body moved slightly beside me, and the bed made a warm, strawbale-like sound. He said in a very soft, soft voice: "Sister Nan Yin, you are not me. Before this happened, I always thought so too. But now I realize that it's not that easy."

"What's not easy?" I hesitated for a moment, but still sullenly answered, while inwardly angry with myself, actually worrying if I hesitated a little too long and would let her notice that I was unhappy.

"I know, you're right, he said dad, it's family, but there's a bigger, more important right and wrong outside of that, isn't there?"

"Yes." I was a little weak and didn't know how to explain it to her, "But it's up to you to choose. If you choose your dad, you forget for a while about the kind of more important right and wrong you're talking about, and I know that's hard too, so I'm telling you. It's not so easy to maintain that sense of family."

"So, do you think I'll know what to choose when I'm older?"

"That, no way." I regretfully shook my head, "Some things, when you grow up, you will naturally understand; but some things, never. In front of those things, even a hundred-year-old person is like a child."

"A hundred-year-old person is already like a child, it doesn't take a hundred years, look at Grandma." She muttered.

"You know what I mean, don't pick your bones."

"Weren't we talking about that 'Captain' essay at the earliest?" She slapped her head in shock, "Why did it come around to this?"

"Miss, it's because you said you wanted to write about your father."

"Captain, supposed to be an amazing man, right?" She cared to be smiling.

"I suppose so, anyway, isn't that poem, about President Lincoln?" I answered her carelessly, sleep already creeping in.

"Do you think, if I write ...... I write about my crush, Mr. Zheng reads it, will he scold me?"

"Of course not, my little uncle most thoughtful." Probably because of sleepiness, fully awake not saying the words naturally slipped out, "But, you like ...... a boy?"

"What are you talking about." She approached me exasperatedly and heavily, her head hitting my cheek very raw, "Tell you what forget it, the guy I like -" her voice mixed with the exhaled hot air, sweeping against my eardrums like a hint in a dream, tickled.

I was instantly awake as if someone had suddenly and roughly opened the window and let the cold night air smash in head-on.

"Zhaozhao!" I took a deep breath, "How is that possible?"

Satisfied, she curled herself back up on the pillow and announced brutally, "Go to sleep, I'm sleepy."

The world can change easily, but some things don't change, for example, my sister's home is ever so messy. A pair of worn-out stockings will hang on the kitchen refrigerator door, the quilt inside like a Taoist who was caught unawares scratching people's DVDs maybe three months ago in that position, two bags of garbage are likely to reunite with newly bought unopened shopping bags in a consistent pile by the door - she always likes to use brand new clothing store bags to act as garbage bags, so anything could happen while she's sleepy-eyed, and then she'd have to scream and drag Shelby along to pick her new clothes back up from the neighborhood dumpster.

"Just call me back, I'll top up on my phone." She wandered around the room on one side while telling Sister Jiang Ciao, "Then, of course, you're the one who's bored today so you want to talk to me, the phone bill naturally has to be paid by you."

Shelby sat quietly at the dining table piled high with things and found a space to do her homework. The sound of the TV was echoed by her sister's talking, but she was completely indifferent - I told you, Shelby was the backbone of their family.

"Shelby." I came up to her and nudged his arm, "Did you see that Dr. Chen yesterday?"

She pretended to sweep me off my feet with a serious expression, "No, they don't take me to dinner." That cold tone seemed to mock how nosy I was. But I've never been one to eat her words.

"Stupid or not." I let out a long sigh, "People are on a blind date, why bring you along? I was going to ask if he had sent his sister home after dinner with her. If so, you will not take a look through the window ah."

"Can't see!" Shelby straightened his neck, "He did not get out of the car at all, is the aunt alone from the car, you think I am so stupid even this can not think of ......"

"Then according to this," this satisfied smile, "you are not also quite gossipy well, why pretend not to care ah."

She stared at me resentfully, but luckily, she has always been a man of the hour, softened after two seconds and said, "Help me do my algebra homework today, okay? I'll go to the store and get you some freshly made tiramisu."

I looked at her workbook, "It's just a system of quadratic equations, it's a piece of cake."

"Don't let your aunt see." He added nervously.

"What are you afraid of." I said, "She is playing phone congee with Jiang Ciao's sister, no one can not finish an hour and a half. And, at that time, she was doing her math homework, not my brother helping her."

"Really?" Shelby hesitantly pulled the red hat on Coke's head - that was my birthday present to Coke - Coke could have her birthday whenever she wanted, all depending on Shelby's mood.

"Of course, at that time, the brother's study is very good, sister was in high school when the brother has not yet graduated from junior high school, but to help her write homework, the brother had to read her textbook first, the result did it for her. Later, the sister became a habit, unknowingly, the brother is almost the sister their math textbooks learned by themselves ......"

"This is too powerful, right?" Shelby exclaimed.

"Who says it isn't." I nodded sadly, "But after all, it is their textbooks, brother actually can only do sixty to seventy percent each time for her, there will always be quite a few wrong, right, she is still not satisfied, said brother is stupid, not at all attentive, you imagine her tone of voice well. Then once I could not stand it, I said to my sister 'you can not do it to copy your classmates, why do you want to make it so difficult for your brother', the result of this sentence was accidentally heard by my father, but also scolded me, saying how I was so young to think copy people's homework so rightfully - - anyway, I was caught in their childhood. -Anyway, I was never unlucky to be caught between the two of them when I was a child."

"Uncle Xiu hasn't come to our store for a long time." She was silent for a moment and suddenly said so.

"Yes." I said faintly, "He recently called Zhaozhao's bodyguard, responsible for escorting her to school every day. I don't know when things at that unlucky kid's house will pass."

"I don't like her." Shelby looked like she was gambling with someone, "What's the big deal, always looking like you're justified. How much longer are you going to stay, anyway?"

The landline on the dining room table suddenly rang, Shelby scanned the caller ID screen, "It's little brother's father, pick it up first, I'll go call my aunt okay."

The voice of the tropical plant is a long time ago, "It's you ah Nan Yin, how are you doing? It's been a long time since I've been in touch."