Can't be cruel to you

When my brother went to Beijing for the first time, he was the same age as me. In the eyes of his parents, 17 years old, he is only a child, and he is a rural teenager who has never seen a county train or even a train. My mother called me and said that if you come back to pick him up, it is really not safe. So what is the big Beijing, what should I do? I think that over the years, the road that a person has walked through has been resolutely rejected. It is. I said that there is nothing to worry about, a boy, even the road will not go, what is the use of college entrance?!

My brother is very unhappy with me, but I can only rely on myself. I can imagine that he took the train from the small county town to the city, and then he didn’t know where to buy it at the strange train station. But I only told him a word “with a mouth under the nose” and then hang up the phone. . At 12 o'clock in the evening, I was afraid that someone would grab the bag in the dark, and the mother took him to the station five hours earlier. He carried a big bag and a small bag in the train station waiting room, and the lights were dark. Finally, I couldn't help but call me.

I listened to the younger brother there, almost in a crying tone, mentioning a few old gangsters around him who were spinning around him. Then he asked me: What is the station policeman doing?! See you at the station tomorrow. The younger brother also threw me a loud sentence: the station does not need you to pick up, do not need to ask you! I said, well, I happen to have something, then we see the university. I held the phone and heard the noisy voice over there. My brother whispered in a low voice. I felt a distressed moment, but I remembered that I was hitting the wall and looking for a way around a few years ago. I still hold back and hang up the phone gently. .

The younger brother is a boy who is not good at words and slightly shy. The Mandarin language is awkward. When he scans his eyebrows, he knows that he is a teenager who came out of the country. He should also be like I used to, and I don’t know how to use respectful words. . He is alone on the train, he does not know the toilet, and the water does not dare to drink. Another child who is not willing to spend money, eight hours of driving, he only smashed two bags of instant noodles. After getting off the bus, I didn’t know how to go. I was surrounded by people, but I couldn’t find it even at the exit. After finally coming out, I squeezed the bus along the way, did not hear the station name, sat over the station, and returned. When I saw my smile at the entrance to the university, his tears flowed out. Looking at this emaciated young boy, his lips are chapped, his hair is fluffy, his face is full of sweat, and a slight scar on his forehead, I finally let go of my heart, raise my hand to give him a warm palm, say, congratulate You can finally come to Beijing alone.

When I left, I only gave him two months of living expenses. I saw him standing in a large group of well-dressed students, because of the simplicity and loneliness of the simple, how like me when I first entered college, because of humble, and then inferiority. I smiled and said that Beijing is cruel and tolerant. As long as you work hard and work hard, you will support yourself as your sister. I know that younger brothers don't have much understanding of this sentence. He is just sad. Why do you love his sister, who has been in Beijing for a few years, and has become so unpopular?

A month later, my brother called and asked me to find a part-time job. I said, can your classmates also have a sister to find? He is a sensitive boy. He hangs up without saying anything. In an instant, the mother’s long distance will be called. She almost said angrily, you can't give him money, even the job is not helping. He is alone in Beijing, so small, who can rely on you? I don't know how to explain to my mother. In order to convince her that the bitterness I have eaten, he should also be able to eat, because we are all children who come out of the country. If we don’t go out of our way, poverty will only extinguish all hopes and stay. Infinite fear.

I finally promised my mother and gave my brother some help. But I just wrote a letter telling him all the ways to collect part-time information. These invaluable "wealths" that I have accumulated over four years have finally allowed my brother to find a part-time job in a magazine for proofreading a week later. Work is not so easy, money is not much, but always can maintain his life. After he received his first salary, I went to eat him. He carefully calculated the money to be used, and the rest was only enough to eat "small speculation" in the school cafeteria. But I am still very happy, and I can't help but praise him. He bowed his head and said nothing. After eating for a long time, he vomited like a spit of sand: the classmates pity me, so hard to support themselves; others are online Chat, I have to stay up late to read the manuscript; the money is so little, even your salary is not a fraction. I laughed: What is pitiful, I was once ridiculed, because I lost 50 yuan, I cried in the dormitory for a day, no one knows that it was my monthly meal, and I, inferior, not willing to People borrowed, but still can not resist hunger, I help people in the school cafeteria, no wages, but finally have food. In the face of reality, if you don't have a thick face, you don't even have the strength to walk.

After that, my brother rarely called again. I knew that he started to "distressed" the money. He also knew that he was still angry with me because I called once and he was not there. I said that he came back to tell him. He called the teacher's sister at the university and called him to ask him. His roommate was surprised to say that he never told us that there is a sister who works in Beijing? I didn't explain it to them. I know that he still can't understand my ruthlessness and put himself in this way. The proud sister can be forgotten. Just as I talked to my friends about how generous my parents are, they will remain silent and resent their own origins. Mocking and satire, self-confidence and pride are all to be experienced. I am willing to let them walk in front of my brother a little bit, so that the heart that he is tortured by poverty will become more tenacious and tenacious.

At the end of the semester, we met again. It was the younger brother of me. In a coffee bar that was considered a grade, he calmly asked me to "just click." I looked at the plainly dressed but confident boy in front of him. His mouth was very long-lasting, and his words were calm and calm. In the eyebrows, there was a taste of a man. He was no longer the little boy who talked and flustered. In this short period of six months, he sold magazines, did proofreading, worked as a tutor, and brushed his plates. Now, he picked up the pen and recorded it. The laughter and tears in youth, and therefore the higher rewards and glory. His maturity is a year ahead of me who first arrived in Beijing.

We are slowly admiring this beautiful city in Beijing, where snow begins to bloom. We are on top of it, in order to have a meal, we have been hitting the wall again and again, being laughed again and again, but it is still gently accepting us, not only for our stomach, with enough rice, but also for our heart. , then practical comfort and encouragement.

Without cruelty, there is no courage. This is the life that taught me, and I just handed it over to the younger brother.