Launch the 6 19 activity and win the grand prize. Don't ask me why I'm so high-profile.

My dad called me and said he wanted a retro record player, but it was too late to go online. The one he liked was robbed by someone else, and he asked me if I could find a way to help him change it.

I saw an activity in the newspaper that night, saying that as long as I took a creative and loving photo with my brothers and sisters, I would have a chance to get a movie record player.

I hesitated and called the little guy.

The little guy didn't answer for a long time, and his tone was lazy, ignoring me: What's the matter?

I told her about my father's desire for the record player and the photo-drying activities now.

The little guy was silent for a long time and questioned: You are so awesome, do you still need to participate in activities to win the prize?

I automatically ignored the sharp thorn in her tone and calmly responded: Dad took a fancy to that one.

She was impatient: Do we have to take pictures? Send your photos to me, will you?

Maybe I also feel that my attitude is a little bad. After complaining several times, the little guy compromised: I am free at the weekend. Should I come to your school or by myself? I will order a group purchase of family photos online now.

I am flattered by her sudden thoughtfulness. You know, when she talks to me, she is always black and blue, and she looks like she has a deep hatred with me.

But as it turns out, I'm still too early to worry. I should take a photo at the weekend. Not only was the little guy half an hour late, but he also wore his school uniform at the sports meeting. When I handed him the monster costume, I said discontentedly, why am I a monster and you are Superman?

I have no choice but to exchange views with her, but her opinions are endless. One moment she suspects that I stole her shot, and the other moment she suspects that my expression is too artificial. The photographer was overwhelmed by both of us and told us to get out of the way and coordinate our relationship before going.

I said, Gu Xi year, forget it when you pinch with me at ordinary times. It's unreasonable to take a photo.

Think I'm unreasonable? She throws her backpack over her shoulder, so you can shoot it alone.

I was angry and didn't stop her, but I really can't be angry with her.

And I can vaguely guess the little guy's mind. The best explanation is that when I was 15 years old, she was the first to compete with me, and she didn't want to accompany me to the exam with her parents.

She doesn't care about my exam results. After the results came out, my parents invited me to dinner, and she looked black at the dinner table. My relatives and friends praised me for being smart, noticed her, and said that she was so cute every year. She scoffed and came home to be criticized by her parents. I waited for her to ask for help, just like when I was a child.

But that time, she was scolded by her parents until she burst into tears and didn't give me a look for help.

From then on, I began to wonder what that little guy was thinking.

Because I don't understand, the gap is getting deeper and deeper. Later, I went to Hong Kong to study in university, and went abroad to Boston at the age of 18, which completely alienated us. I can't go home in the lab on New Year's Eve, so I call home. When it was my turn, it was just a lukewarm sentence: Happy New Year, brother, take care.

And I, gradually talking more, asked her if there was anything she wanted, so I could come and give it to her.

She always said coldly: I draw illustrations, I can make money myself, and you don't have to spend money.

In front of me, she always emphasizes her ability and competence.

It seems that in this way, I can win back the glory that I took from my parents and should have belonged to her.

Second, time is a thief.

I was surprised to see a photo of Gu Xinian and me on the Internet. The photo is so lovely that it must not have been taken. Then there is only one possibility. The little guy really took a photo of P and took part in the competition.

In the photo, one of us is standing at a crowded intersection, and the other is standing on the roof of a tall building. The little guy pointed at me and I jumped up and down with my fingers.

Although this photo is suspected of being seriously black, it was teased. A few days later, the winner of the competition came out. I went up and glanced at it. The first place was indeed Gu Xinian.

The proud little guy is quite cute. I wonder if I should call her to express my gratitude. She actually took the initiative to call me and said that she wanted to invite me to give a lecture at their school, otherwise she wouldn't have to retake the credits.

At the age of 2/kloc-0, he finally got into the university. Most of her peers are busy writing their graduation thesis, and she is still worried about insufficient credits. I also quickly replied: ok, but you have to invite me to dinner.

She paused for a moment, and it took a long time to answer: no problem.

Three days later, I received a courier, which contained a box of instant noodles and a card, but it said: Please eat instant noodles.

Half a month later, I met her at the little guy's school. She cut her hair short, wore black-rimmed glasses, sat quietly in the corner of the first row, holding a sketch book in her hand, and never looked up at me.

I felt neglected, so I deliberately asked her to get up and repeat my conclusion just now. She stood up slowly and stared at me. The boy with a basketball in the back seat kept standing: Teacher! I'll help Gu Xinian repeat!

There was a tacit snicker below.

I think I have a good temper. When I first joined the company, I was rated as the friendliest teacher by my students and never lost my temper with my students. But at that time, I stared at Gu Xinian. She didn't say a word, pretended not to see, and looked at the eager boy in her back seat. The tone was very harsh, and I was angry: What can I do for you? Sit down! Gu Xinian, did you go to class or not?

The little guy is quite calm. I have little doubt. She even glared at me and said,No..

Before I could make any noise, the teacher in charge of the lecture came to mediate. The teacher's tone was bad, so he dragged Gu Xinian's clothes outside. Gu Xi Nian, like a cat with its tail stepped on, suddenly shouted: I can walk by myself!

I know that Gu Xinian has to face the censure not only from the teacher in charge of the lecture, but also from their staff, dean and even principal. Her precarious credits may be even less satisfactory.

But I waited all night, and she didn't call me and asked me to put in a good word for her with the school.

In the years when I never grew up with her and faced the wind and frost together, time polished her into such a stubborn character. She was so soft and lovely when she was a child. I want a puppy. My parents said I couldn't have a puppy with allergic fur in the past, so I was unhappy, and then I showed my face to the little guy. The little guy was guilty, put on her furry little bear pajamas and secretly came to comfort me, saying, don't be sad, brother, I can make you laugh like a dog!

She really raised her hands and imitated the bow posture of the dog, barking to make me laugh.

At that time, she was still a milky white jiaozi, white and soft. When I kept a diary, I turned her generation from an idiot into a nobody. Now, however, I can only call her little guy in my heart.

Third, you can cut through thorns with your bare hands.

Gu Xi year does not need to be rebuilt.

I called her staff and used the next few free lectures to help Gu Xinian change some credits.

Going home at the weekend, I asked my mother: Did you fall in love last year?

My mother was more surprised than me. She said she would go to school to talk to her. I held my forehead and grabbed my mother in time to let her go to the square dance. Whether I was in love or not, I was in charge of the detective.

In the same year, I was a few seconds older than her. I put on my shirt and slacks and walked around the campus. A girl asked me if I wanted to join the school model team. I asked in advance the dormitory and classroom where I have been taking professional courses for a year, waiting for her.

I used to have no friends at school, and I was a loner after class. Only the boy who stood up for her that day appeared at her side regularly, giving her breakfast and accompanying her to eat outside the school.

Let's just call him the basketball guy. The basketball man is sunny, not bad-looking, and performing well. At least I followed them furtively all the way, and he always kept a certain distance from the previous year.

Basketball man is also very careful. He has prepared various standing items such as umbrellas, toilet water and band-AIDS in his backpack. He was probably bitten by a mosquito before and kept scratching. He immediately took toilet water out of his bag.

Basketball man should really look in the mirror. He looks like he is staring at his master's multi-tailed puppy.

But I didn't like his account in the past, so I had to have dinner with him AA, and I didn't want him to send her back to the dormitory. Hiding in the corner, I heard Gu Xi solemnly say to him: Don't follow me, I'm going to the club to paint.

Basketball man has a good temper: OK, call me if you need anything.

I followed the year before last to the Comic Club, and she was responsible for teaching new members the introduction of comics and hand drawing. I peeked at her through the window and her expression softened. Even if someone can't draw well, she doesn't worry, and even encourages each other with good temper.

The little guy is cold outside and hot inside. Sadly, all her warmth was given to strangers.

She took an elective course in the evening. When I noticed that she was taking an animal behavior class, I was a little flattered. I studied animal behavior, and I thought she disdained to look at anything related to me.

The paper case used by the elective course teacher is the paper I published abroad last year. This paper has won many awards, but it has been questioned. My roommate in Boston has the same research direction as me, and the theme of the thesis is similar to mine. So the outside world has been arguing whether I copied his argument or he borrowed my thesis thinking.

This teacher is obviously much more arbitrary. He said in class: Gu is only in his early twenties. How can he write such a profound article? It is estimated that he borrowed it from others, but it was not discovered by everyone. This is learning, you still have to.

Do you have any evidence to prove that Gu plagiarized the paper?

Gu Xinian suddenly stood up, and I got a fright and hid in the corner of the back door.

The teacher was speechless, but Gu Xinian was aggressive: Aren't you scholars the most taboo to be accused of plagiarism? Do as you would be done by. Why do you have to say it in a certain tone when you are not sure?

The teacher blushed at being asked questions.

Some students whispered at the bottom: Gu is her own brother.

When the bell rang, Gu Xinian was called out by the teacher to talk, but her classmates talked about her in the classroom, saying that she was pushy and arrogant because her brother was a visiting professor at the school. She also said that her brother was so young that he didn't look like a scholar. Maybe it's an online paper.

Before they finished, Gu Xinian came in with a black face: What are you talking about?

The students were a little embarrassed, and no one made any more noise.

You have time to doubt others here, so it is better to study and think about how to surpass them! Besides, my brother is handsome. If you are not convinced, come out and fight! The little guy blushed and was aggressive.

I heard mixed feelings, moved and laughed.

I thought she had alienated me. I thought she was biased against me, but I didn't expect that even if she was unarmed, the little guy could bravely cut through the thorns for me.

Fourth, I have to save her.

Going home during the summer vacation, the little guy still looks like he's dying.

I tried to talk to her, but she always ignored me. When I talk too much, she thinks I am annoying. I asked her: Is your birthday coming soon? Is there anything you want but can't afford? Brother, here you are.

The little guy stared at me like a prick and replied indignantly.

I don't know why, my mother was amused and comforted me by saying: I am embarrassed to say it every year. Last month, she tried to advance the lucky money from me in a roundabout way. She said she wanted an antique camera.

A week later, it is her birthday, and it is also my birthday. I pushed the packaged camera in front of her. She gave me a surprised look, and when she opened the package, she saw the camera and froze for a long time. I'm very happy. After all, I didn't intend to get a thank you from her. Surprisingly, she didn't lose her temper and criticize.

The year of Gu Xi was very embarrassing. I noticed that she was embarrassed for a long time. The word "thank you" has been done, but she just can't open her mouth. Before I go to bed at night, my mother warmed up the soybean milk for me. She shook the kitchen and said nothing. She just stared at the soybean milk in my hand. I asked her: Do you want to drink?

The little guy shook his head and said, don't drink either.

Seeing my doubts, she explained: there is estrogen in soybean milk, and if you drink too much, you will become a sissy.

I smiled, but she turned and took out the milk from the refrigerator: drink milk.

The little guy is thanking me in another way.

I nodded, taking advantage of the warm atmosphere at the moment, and said that I would fly to Los Angeles to attend an academic conference next week. My parents are going. Do you want to come? After the meeting, my family went to Disney.

I have an appointment with my classmates to go to Hangzhou next week.

Which classmate? The one who helped you in the lecture last time?

The little guy looked at me with incredible eyes: why are you so gossiping? !

She didn't deny it directly, and handed me the warm milk to get it back. I hesitated, but I stopped her: You are a girl, so be careful and don't suffer.

The little guy turned around and stared at me awkwardly, but halfway back, he vaguely said: Happy birthday.

I froze, and when I looked up again, she had already returned to her room.

After drinking milk, I went to look through the books to prepare my thesis materials. I didn't come back until nearly three in the morning. When passing by the little guys, I accidentally found that the light was still on. I leaned against the door and looked out through the door. I used to paint.

Relatives who always say that they are not as good as me should come and see how hard the little guy works.

A week later, my parents and I flew to Los Angeles. The night before we met, my mother took out a brand-new suit from my suitcase and asked me to change it. She said mysteriously, I picked it out for you last year as a birthday present, but I didn't want to tell you.

I was slightly stunned and then smiled.

I thought that my relationship with the little guy would gradually ease with the passage of time, but I ignored the ups and downs in the world. There are too many twists and turns and uncertainties in life.

I didn't bring it to the meeting with my parents. When we returned to the hotel, we found dozens of missed calls.

My heart thumped, inexplicably uneasy, but it was the basketball man who called back to pick it up.

Gu Xi helped an old couple next door to change light bulbs in the Youth Brigade in. Who knows who knows that the light bulb will suddenly explode and the fragments will splash into Xi nian's eyes! Still trying to save the past. I don't know

The tone of the basketball man is almost crying, and my hands are shaking all the time. I comforted the basketball man not to worry until the operation was over, and then I booked the last flight home that day and rushed back without stopping.

The next morning in Hangzhou, the basketball man sat outside his sickbed for nearly a year, sobbing quietly.

Glass fragments pierced Nian's eyes, saved them in time, and inevitably left scars on his pupils. Last year, her myopia was very serious, and this accident made her eyesight worse.

She may be temporarily blind for a while, but she needs to be re-examined. Maybe it's not that bad. The basketball player can't stop crying as soon as he talks. is all my fault！ If I had been with her, I could have helped her change the light bulb.

My mother also cried at the side, talking about it: I have to paint every year, and I have to paint.

I covered my face to block the shining sunshine coming in at the end of the corridor. I feel like I'm suddenly standing on a strange cross street, and I can't see the exits of the north, south, east and west. I don't know what to do, I can only grit my teeth and move on. Because that little guy is in an exit without lights, I have to save her.

Five, even if the Ming dynasty is over.

The little guy is stronger than everyone expected.

I helped her walk around the disease, and she tried to remember the location of each key point, as well as how many steps and distances each step needed to walk there.

She asked me to write it on paper and repeat it to her.

When my relatives and friends heard the news, they lamented the year when I was temporarily blind in my hospital bed. Finally, I was pulled aside and asked obliquely if the university where I worked was still recruiting people. Can you help my cousin fight for it?

Send my relatives away, and I will peel the fruit for her when she is sick. She seems absent-minded. The fruit was raised to her mouth, but she bit her index finger and immediately bled. I tried to find her a band-aid, but she asked me to go back.

I don't think it is convenient for you to be here. She said.

I had to leave angrily and say that I would come to see her tomorrow during the day.

But every day my relatives come to ask me about my work, and I can't promise or refuse. It's just too hard. Playing such a joke on the little guy, she was indifferent with a cold face. After a while, her bad temper broke out: Gu, what are you showing off? I'm the one who lies here and can't see anything! Why are people still paying attention to you!

The hot soup at hand was accidentally knocked over by her hand, and my peeled fruit rolled to the ground.

I was at a loss and stood there.

My mother appeared in time to appease the grumpy old days and winked at me to go back first. I'm a little absent-minded, but more sad. I was in a daze at traffic lights such as zebra crossing until a guide dog suddenly called me back.

Finally, my attention shifted. I turned my head and stared at the drifting guide dog for a long time.

In fact, there are few well-trained guide dogs, but the number of blind people is large, which is really in short supply. The week the little guy refused me to visit her, I was just looking for someone to ask about seeing-eye dogs.

A week later, I gave a golden Labrador guide dog's leash to Xi nian.

Listen to my mother, if you want to go out shopping, it will be much more convenient. It knows 60% of the streets and lanes in this city. He is a lovely and docile little guy. Can you give it a name?

In the past, my movements were a little stiff, and it took me a while to bend down and touch the silky fur of the guide dog. She smiled, but her tears came out, choking with suggestions. How about being naughty?

I replied with a smile and asked her: By the way, are you allergic to dog hair?

She shook her head: it shouldn't matter.

When I left that day, she called me behind her, trembling and cautious: Brother.

My heart trembled, and then I heard her solemnly say, thank you.

I have discussed with my parents that if my eyes can't get better in the past year, we will be crutches for the past year and take care of her for life.

Because we are the closest relatives in the world, blood is thicker than water.

Even if the Ming Dynasty is the end of the world, you should have breakfast with your relatives just a moment ago.

People who won't let go of each other's hands even at the end of the road.

So you're welcome.

Six, kill each other.

Although it was only a short week, I sent the guide dog away.

I used to be so allergic to dog hair that I couldn't imagine. In just half a day, I broke out in a big rash on my neck and arms, covered with white and miserable allergic ointment, and had to lead a dog. It's really sad to watch.

I have no choice but to send naughty away.

Actually, I prefer cats to dogs. But I really can't find a cat that can guide the blind. In theory, cats are as vigilant as dogs. Memory is a weakness, but it can also be trained.

It's just that cats are more difficult to tame than dogs

Both parents have jobs, and school is about to start. It's impossible to stay with me all the time. I can go wherever I want. I went out to see the basketball man the day before yesterday, but I didn't want us to see him off, so I finally had to see him at home.

But I bought an English short-haired cat last year.

Lovely appearance, round head, big eyes shining like jewels. I lied to the little guy that this is the blind cat I found for her. She was dumbfounded: Never heard of a guide cat? !

I have never heard of it, but in the past few years, it has really been a useful and practical guide cat.

But in fact, the little guy never imagined that my parents and I were the ones who really led her blind.

I asked for half a month off. I take my cat around the streets of the city every day. According to the guidebook downloaded from the Internet, I went to the snack street and famous scenic spots. I also secretly read the little guy's blog, wrote down several places she likes to go, and frequently led cats to step on it.

If the cat is lazy and disobedient, I will use the dried fish it is interested in as bait and reward it when it reaches its destination.

When something happens, I change my parents' training. The three of us led a cat almost all over the city, with dried fish and colorful feathers in our pockets. The image of talking to a cat in the street makes many pedestrians look askance.

Cats are difficult animals to serve, not docile, eccentric and difficult to communicate with.

But in the invisible heart of the past years, this is really a magical cat. From time to time, she would squat down and reward it with some cat biscuits, touch its round head and praise it. Cats are people, too When they get along, they don't often blow their hair, and they walk along the route we led them through, excitedly thinking that there will be delicious dried fish to enjoy at their destination.

In the past year, there have been more exchanges with me. She will tell me something about cats, ask me what's interesting at school today, and let me tell her the outline of the recently released movies.

I'm going to take her to the movies. She froze for a long time and said stiffly, what do I think of such a movie?

I'll retell the story for you. Your brother and I are good at writing narrative.

You can't talk in the cinema, you'll be thrown out.

I just booked all the tickets for that time period!

The little guy was dumbfounded: you are guaranteed!

On the day he left for the movies, the little guy said he would invite some blind children he met. The children sat in a row around the past year. I stood in front of them and told them stories loudly.

After the movie, I sent those children back last year. On the way home, I cried inexplicably over the past year and said intermittently, brother, I'm sorry, I've been at odds with you. Actually, it's just because I'm not as good as you and jealous of you. I

We are all children, competing for favor in front of adults and caring more about attention and love.

Sometimes I wonder, if I were not so strong, would I be more lively and happy in the past year? But I don't know those ifs. All I know is that as long as the family is well together, it is already very good.

But you still want me to be good, right? I heard from my mother that every paper I sent home that published my thesis was well kept by you. Besides, when I am suspected, you will be angry with me. This is not jealousy.

I can pick up my sword and kill the dragon for her. She is also willing to abandon gossip and try to drive away the monsters around her for me. Just because we are brother and sister.

She is just afraid that she will run too slowly to catch up with me and protect me, and this anxiety is not jealousy.

Seven, the night is coming to an end.

Said the little guy's eyes are recovering well.

In the past year, I also said that I can gradually perceive the existence of light. Although it is still vague, talking is better than nothing.

The stone that I have been holding in my heart finally fell to the ground. It's rare to see a blind cat, so I asked the opinion of the year before last and asked if I could give it to the blind people who need it more. I can't bear to part with the cat in her arms, but I still handed it to me.

Just this time, a magical cat has been leading her on the street, and passers-by are busy training the cat with feathers in its hand. Let's keep it a secret and don't tell her. Or the little guy will be moved again.

Half a month later, I was looking for information in a book when the little guy knocked at the door. The first thing I saw was: God, you have a big zit on your forehead!

I subconsciously covered my forehead, looked into the eyes of the little guy, and finally understood what this meant.

Dude, hold on, you're laughing. She reminded me.

I still keep my mouth shut and want to reach out and hug her, but when I think of how big she has grown, I wonder if this is appropriate. But she saw what I was thinking and took the initiative to reach out and hug me.

She said, Brother, I will never be at odds with you again.

I have a sore throat and nodded hard.

But I still have to tell her one thing: I'm going to Iceland next month, and this time I'm going to make a documentary about mink bears with them. It may take two months to come back.

Can I go with you?

She seldom comes with me, so I can only refuse her and say, no, you are not a professional.

Actually, what I didn't say was that it was too dangerous

A month later, I set out for Iceland and then arrived near the Arctic Ocean. It's half a winter in the northern hemisphere, and there is only faint light reflected by snow and ice in the Arctic Circle. It's difficult to go out and shoot, and the communication is always broken. The longest time is to lose contact with my family for half a month.

When the little guy finally got through to me, the whole person cried in the room.

She also scolded me: is it not good to teach in the university? What documentary do you want to shoot in the Arctic? Just do it, you, you're only in your early twenties, you know? If anything happens to you,

I'm a little sad that the little guy can't go on.

I tried to comfort her, but the communication was blocked by heavy snow at the critical moment, and I don't know when it will be connected again. But I can go back in a month, and the northern hemisphere will officially enter the summer half year in half a month.

The long-lasting night in the Arctic Circle has finally come to an end, and the sky will light up slowly.

All the haze that once appeared in my life will eventually be given meaning by the years of walking, and then I will be reborn, just like my family relationship with that little guy I thought could not be reconciled. However, at the moment, I am holding my old diary, nesting in a reindeer skin tent, watching the embarrassing things I did when I was a child and the year before last, waiting for dawn.