In the summer of my freshman year, my brother and I went to menstruation's house in Bengbu for the summer vacation. The first time I went to Bengbu, I should be a little over four years old. Later, I don't remember when I suddenly found that the word Bengbu was not difficult to write. When do I know the pronunciation of "Bengbu" and ask adults why it is called Bengbu? It must have been a big shop famous for selling mussels a long time ago. Before Qingming, my mother began to make clam soup with bacon and melon. Our clam was crooked, and my mother broke it with a knife. I opened my eyes wide and waited for a pearl to fall.
My brother and grandma lived in menstruation's house in Bengbu for some time before going to school. My uncle is in the army, and the three of them live in a big old house. In those two years, my brother was the only one in the big house. It was also there that he had the best childhood.
When I came back to school from Bengbu, I wrote an article for my brother called "There is a boy growing up in my family". He was very proud and embarrassed to show his classmates what happened when he was a child, so he held back, and it deserved to have acne on his face.
I really hope my brother won't stay there for too long. In the summer vacation of freshman year, my brother met me at the railway station. He called me from behind and I looked at him stupidly. My brother suddenly grew very tall and thin, like pulling out an onion tube, Adam's apple, and a little fluffy mouth strolled over with youth. On the way home by bus, I sat behind him and I wanted to cry. I want to cast a spell to stop the world, or wrap time with a drop of turpentine.
One year, my brother was very fat. He ate eight big meat buns for breakfast and lunch. That summer vacation, grandma and aunt were so anxious that they said what to do with the two children. One of them had to eat when he was killed, and the other didn't eat when he was killed. I forgot how thin I was then. I only remember what they said to the two children, what to do, and what to do with you two.
Actually, my brother and I are both healthy. We also play basketball together. There is a big house in Bengbu, and there is a bigger yard outside the house, and then there is a yard outside. My brother and I dragged the dining table out as a table to play table tennis and have a bed for lunch. I told him a story to put him to sleep and I fell asleep. Then he woke me up and asked, "What happened?" Later, I told him a math problem. This is the product of two digits. Now he's fast asleep. The cicada outside stopped, and the wind blew through the gardenia tree, casting a shadow on his sweet and sleeping face through the screen window. But I became more and more sober, shook him up and asked harshly, "How much is it? Think clearly before you sleep! " .
The mat in our house seems to have a history of many years. Adults say to children that this mat is bigger than you. In summer, some people make up the mat, but they never need to make up it. They sleep like an old rose in the middle, wrapped in plastic skin and sewn with thick white thread. On the contrary, our rattan chairs are repaired every summer. I felt that everything was bigger than me, which was amazing.
My brother is really good. Ask him how much, how much, and shake him like a rattle. He didn't even open his eyes. After a while, I snored a little. My brother and I often sleep face to face and wake up butt to butt. Among my favorite things, there is the smell of orange, which looks like a round melon in Pig and Pig Eat Watermelon, with a green skin and black stripes. Unfortunately, I can't collect these, as well as the way my brother grew up, our childhood.
In the summer of childhood, there are cold beds, rattan chairs, cattail leaf fans, mung bean soup, mosquitoes flying around, fireflies disappearing into the vegetable garden in front of us in an instant, stars all over the sky, unscrupulous starry sky that has never been seen since childhood.
Only once, on a winter night, I saw snow falling on the river.
Sometimes I wish my brother and I could go back to childhood and spend the summer vacation in Bengbu, and sometimes I feel very scared. We are all growing up. It changes every year. In autumn, the fields are covered with golden wheat, and purple and blue flowers are intertwined with pea vines. We learned to pluck the stems of wild roses to eat, and there was no dross at all. I'm getting old. When they see us, they will only say how they have grown so big. People who grow wheat can watch them grow again and again if they want. I want to adopt my brother's childhood and put it in a box full of pearls. The box is on the shelf. I won't open it. In the most unforgettable taste of pearl sandalwood velvet, my brother's childhood will never go far unless it is opened.