The book friend "Yan Band" posted an article "Big Sister, Me and Little Sister". I felt very itchy after reading it. What a coincidence, we are also three sisters, and I am also the "second child in a thousand years"!

Therefore, wouldn’t it be a great pleasure to learn from the ancients and echo them by writing on the same topic?

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Hehe~ You can ignore the last sentence!

So many past events came to my mind at once, where should I start?

When I was in a dilemma, a childish voice sounded in my ears, which was this sentence: "Let's ignore the second sister, she is a lunatic!" That was more than 30 years ago, a little sister who was ten years younger than me, sitting

My eldest sister, who is three years older than me, was yelling angrily from the back seat of the bicycle.

mean!

After a day of farm work, we stopped by for a cycling competition. She made the wrong choice and got on the back seat of my eldest sister’s bicycle, and ended up losing to me!

When I ride a bicycle, I am a female rider on a horse. Want to beat me?

My war horse doesn’t agree either.

However, when I led her to defeat the eldest sister, wasn't she beaming with joy, shouting and cheering all the way?

This little heartless scumbag!

You have no reason to talk to her at all.

There is nothing we can do about it, because she is the troublesome child in our family. The whole family wants to pamper her to the heavens.

She subverted many of the standards and requirements for being a girl in my family with her practical actions.

For example, not being a picky eater.

My eldest sister and I have been eating whatever we were given since childhood. In our cognitive field, picky eating is a taboo for girls.

However, she picked, and she picked while jumping on her feet.

Life in rural areas was once very difficult. For us, eggs are just items that we usually exchange for money or give as gifts. They have almost nothing to do with eating except during holidays.

However, since she was born, we have provided her with one egg a day.

(Her favorite housework is to go to the chicken coop to get eggs every day, like a little money fanatic.) However, she doesn't appreciate it and "acts crazy" every day, "I don't eat it, I don't eat it, it's all chicken

It smells like shit!" Standing aside, I secretly swallowed my saliva. I really wanted to slap her. It smells so good. Do you know how much perseverance I had to use to resist the urge to swallow it in one gulp?

She actually didn't appreciate it.

In the end, he had to coax and lie again and again, and promised some other benefits, such as "Take me to play shuttlecock after eating" before he could barely eat it.

Another example is, don’t be lazy.

My eldest sister and I were taught that girls should be diligent and have the consciousness to share the joys and sorrows with their families.

From a very young age, we started helping the family pick vegetables, feed the pigs, collect firewood, cook, and clean the house.

Every weekend and holiday, as long as it doesn't rain or snow, is almost spent in the farmland.

Even when the eldest sister went to college and brought her boyfriend home, she had to work in the fields with the whole family.

But, my little sister never does any work!

Even if she was brought to the field, she would hide under the shade of a tree for fear of getting tanned (she has been a stinker since she was a child).

When we returned to rest under the tree at noon, we discovered that she had broken up the dry food we brought little by little and fed it all to the ants!

Our whole family had no choice but to return home silently.

You ask why you didn't hit her?

Who is willing to give it up?

It’s not enough for us to care deeply about such a young girl, who is only three or five years old!

beat?

I think you want to fight our two eldest sisters!

Sometimes, my mother would get so angry with her that she would hit her with a broom.

She screamed for us to save her, and my eldest sister and I hurriedly rushed to stop the furious mother, exhorting, "Mom, Mom! Don't be angry, don't be angry!" One hurriedly pulled her out without saying a word.

run.

There are so many funny things that we always remember for her.

For example, when my eldest sister was in her third year of junior high school, she was only three or two years old and was taken to the classroom to make up lessons.

I went there happily, but it didn't take long for me to be sent back crying in my eldest sister's arms.

It turned out that when the eldest sister's classmates saw a little kid who spoke in a coquettish voice, they all ran over to watch.

However, one of the boys was so ugly that he actually scared my little girl to tears!

Also, one winter, when I was squatting by a puddle to clean my shoes, she quietly approached from behind, then ran a few steps to launch a sneak attack from behind.

By the time I heard the footsteps, it was already too late to stop them.

She screamed happily and threw herself on my back with all her strength. With a "plop", we both fell into a puddle of ice water about 2 meters deep.

Fortunately, I opened my arms in advance, held her tightly on her back with one hand, and pulled her with all my strength with the other hand. I finally made it to the shore and fled home wet with her on my back.

She burst into tears!

It's like I bullied her.

However, this little one who was pampered unconditionally by us experienced a big ordeal when he was 6 years old.

While following my mother and I on a donkey cart to work in the fields, a car accident occurred. My mother and my little sister were hit by an oncoming tractor at the same time and were seriously injured. They were sent to the Second City Hospital for emergency treatment.

I survived because I jumped out of the car in time.

My sister had a broken leg and a severe contusion of her urethra. When the careless doctor forced a urinary catheter into her, she was shaking all over in pain.

I have always been responsible for taking care of her, and I cried with her all the time when I saw her suffering. I deeply regretted why I didn’t know how to take her out of the car when I was in the car accident.

When she was pushed into the operating room at such a young age, she was extremely strong and said to the doctor who was coaxing her to talk: "Auntie, I don't cry, otherwise my second sister will be even more uncomfortable.