That day, I was carrying a pile of homework towards the office.
Suddenly I saw my mother hurrying towards me.
I asked in surprise, "Mom, what brings you here?"
"Your brother got into a fight with a classmate, and it seems that person went to the hospital."
"Huh? No way, Youan has such a good temper, how could she get into a fight?"
"I don't know either. My teacher just called me. I'm going to check now."
I forgot about my homework and followed behind my mother.
When we arrived at the first-grade office, we saw Xiao Youan standing inside.
Perhaps because he enjoys running and playing basketball, at only 8 years old, he is already about the same height as me and looks very strong, not at all like a first-grade student.
His school uniform was covered in dust, and there were several scratches on his face, making him look somewhat disheveled.
After quickly going inside and looking her over, Mom was relieved to see that she was alright.
The teacher said, "You must be Pei Youan's parent. Here's what happened: he had a conflict with a classmate."
“It’s normal for kids to fight and roughhouse, but he beat someone so badly that they ended up in the hospital.”
"One of them is still unconscious, and the other parents are on their way."
The mother kept apologizing, then looked at her younger brother and asked, "What exactly happened? Why did you hit him so hard? How have I disciplined him at home...?"
Xiao Youan raised his head defiantly; it was the first time I had ever seen him so angry.
"Because...they insulted my sister."
When I heard this answer while standing outside, my anxious eyes suddenly welled up with tears.
I never told my mother about what happened to me during those years in elementary school.
Her health wasn't very good to begin with, and if she were to worry about things like this every day, it would definitely affect her mood.
But these feelings have been weighing on my mind, making every day a torment for me.
I have no friends and no one to confide in.
At that moment, Xiao Youan seemed to be a guardian angel who had descended from the sky and stood beside me.
This feeling is indescribable. The mountain that had been weighing on my heart was instantly shattered, turning into a shower of droplets that blinded me.
Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
When Xiao Youan saw me standing outside, he suddenly made a face at me.
I laughed.
He was laughing very happily.
Later, the group of parents also came to the office.
The matter was resolved quite simply. Because of Pei Qing's name, they didn't dare to make things too difficult for my mother. In addition, there was a reason for the incident, so they paid some compensation, and in the end, the matter was dropped.
When I got out of school in the evening, Xiao Youan stood at the classroom door waiting for me.
"Sis, is it your turn to work today?"
"Yes, why don't you go back first?"
"It's okay, I'll help you. We'll go back together."
Xiao Youan carried a bucket and a mop and helped me clean the house in a very professional manner.
Seeing that the scratches on his face hadn't faded yet, I felt a pang of sympathy and pulled him back.
Does your face still hurt?
He waved his hand dismissively: "It doesn't hurt anymore, they can't hurt me at all."
How many people?
"Five of them, aren't I amazing?" he said, sounding rather smug.
"Next time... don't get into fights over things like this, what if you get hurt..."
Sudden.
Youan looked at me with a serious expression.
"Sister, have you been living like this for the past few years?"
"ah?"
Why didn't you tell me sooner?
I lowered my head slightly: "It's nothing. Anyway, they don't dare to say it to my face. I'm used to it."
"It's all your mother's fault for spoiling you. What do you mean by treating them gently? Do they deserve it?"
Youan clenched his fist and continued, "Sister, don't be afraid. If anyone dares to bully you again, I'll fight back for you until they dare not say anything more."
I said anxiously, "You'an, this is wrong. Please don't say this to Mom, okay?"
Seeing that I was really anxious, he immediately nodded.
"I understand. Mom isn't feeling well, so we won't let her know about this."
"Okay, then promise me you won't always be thinking about fighting with people anymore."
"good."
Although I said that, I was actually quite touched.
It seems my little brother has learned to care for me now; it's no wonder I always held him when I was little.
But now.
It seems I really can't carry it anymore.
I reckon it won't be long before he can't even look me in the eye anymore.
But this is fine too.
It feels good to be protected by family.
On the way home, I kept reminding him, and he kept smiling and agreeing.
result.
The morning of the second day.
Mom came to school again.
When I saw the blood on Youan's arm, I burst into tears of heartache.
A bloodstain several centimeters long went deep into the bone.
He was still comforting me, wiping away my tears as he smiled and said, "Sis, it doesn't hurt, it's nothing, just superficial injuries."
"You still say that? Look, you can almost see the bones! I... Waaah!"
I cried even harder.
The reason is obvious without even asking.
This time, however, the target was several fifth-grade boys.
I was very confused at the time, wondering how he dared to do that.
Several boys, much taller than him, heard the foul language coming from those people's mouths, so he pulled a brick out of his schoolbag and rushed over.
He got this wound when he bumped into the corner of the wall; otherwise, he probably wouldn't have gotten hurt.
From then on, Mom would go to the school every few days.
Same cause, same result.
When he got home, his mother was so angry that she made him stand as punishment and wouldn't let him eat dinner.
Then she would secretly ask me to deliver the food, while she sat there feeling heartbroken.
Fortunately, this frequency is gradually decreasing.
The reason is quite simple.
The whole school knew that I had a younger brother whose schoolbag was always filled with bricks.
Like a madman, as soon as he hears a rumor about me, he doesn't care if it's a man or a woman, he just goes up and takes pictures.
With the Pei family backing him up, he wasn't afraid of making a big fuss.
I sat in the classroom, tilting my head slightly to look at Xiao Youan who was having PE class outside, my eyes crinkling with laughter.
Having a younger brother like this is really great. It seems like I don't have to worry about those rumors anymore, at least I won't hear them at school.
This peaceful life continued until I graduated from elementary school.
I thought this kind of life would last forever.
But an accident still happened.
That year.
I am 13 years old.
He is 9 years old.
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