My Sister is Very Obsessive - Chapter 672

Even though the temperature is so cold, there are still many people on Pingshan.

The moment the fireworks bloomed in the sky, the light illuminated the face of my sister beside me, her gloved hands tightly grasped my arms, and her red face was raised.

I see fireworks blooming in her eyes.

The mother held her hands in front of her chest and raised her head as well, and the gold leaf earrings on her jade-like ears swayed gently.

“The patterns of fireworks are getting more and more beautiful every year.”

Mom sighed softly, but because the surrounding environment was too noisy, I couldn’t hear it clearly, so I turned my head and asked her loudly,

“Mom, what are you saying, I didn’t hear it!”

Mom shook her head and replied loudly to me,

“It’s nothing, it’s just a feeling from the elderly!”

“You’re not old at all!” I put my hand around my mother’s shoulder, “If we don’t talk together again, others will treat you as my sister!”

Mom stretched out her hand and grabbed my arm on her pink shoulder, rolled her eyes at me with a smile,

“You’ve already used ‘you’, and you still say I’m not old!”

“whee!”

I laughed cheekily, turned my head and glanced at my sister who was holding my arm on the other side, and said to my mother,

“I look like I’m hugging left and right!”

“The little guy has grown up and even ate his mother’s tofu!”

Mom said with a ‘I really can’t do anything about you’.

Occasional jokes are a more effective way to enhance feelings.

Those who always keep a straight face and always maintain their authority and majesty as parents, it is strange that they can have a good relationship with their children.

Many parents say that their children are rebellious and disobedient.

In fact, these are just the result of parents’ attempts to use their authority to make their children submit, and finally succeeded.

Like something like “I eat more salt than you eat rice” or “I have crossed more bridges than you have walked”, but when you say these words, have you ever thought about it as a parent? Shouldn’t these be taken for granted after more than 20 years of living?

I have always been disgusted with those parents who always use their own life experience to “kidnap” their children, one by one for your own good.

When parents instruct their children what to do, do they think about how they are now?

Are you a model of success, or the protagonist of Chicken Soup? Since you are neither, who will you teach your failed life experience to?

What a child needs is only correct guidance during the critical period of life. The child is not a marionette, and it does not need to be handled by the parents from primary school to starting a family.

In terms of study, my mother never cared about my sister and I, and never asked us how many places we had to take the test, what certificates we got, what remedial classes we took, what math Olympiad contests we took part in…Never.

She will attach great importance to my sister and my hobbies and actively guide us to broaden the scope of our hobbies.

She has always been very calm when it comes to things she doesn’t understand.

In the eyes of almost every child, the father is the omnipotent hero in childhood, the stubborn and stubborn father when he was a teenager, and when he goes to see his father in middle age, he will find that his father has always been omnipotent. hero.

I don’t have a father, and I don’t want to admit that I have.

Mom is a hero in my eyes. She was when she was a child, she was still when she was a teenager, and I believe she will still be in the future.

I looked up and looked at the gorgeous fireworks in the sky, and many thoughts rose in my heart.

“Brother, let’s go play the fairy stick!”

The sister next to me suddenly shook my arm and said.

“I’ve been standing for so long, I feel a little cold, let’s go, let’s set off the fairy stick and move around a bit.”

Mom shook her head from side to side, moved her neck, and then dragged her and her sister to the venue where the fairy sticks were set off.

There are a lot of people playing fairy sticks, but most of them are children of eleven or twelve years old. There are also some couples playing, but not many.

I opened the bag, took out three fairy sticks, and distributed one to my sister and my mother.

My sister reached out to catch it, but my mother refused.

“You two brothers and sisters play, I will watch you play!”

“Mom, don’t spoil the fun, okay, let’s talk and play together!”

My sister came up and forcibly shoved the fairy stick in my hand into my mother’s hand, and then took the one in my hand.

“I’m already old, and it’s a little outrageous to play this!”

“What’s wrong with your age, who knows your age if you don’t tell me!”

My sister argued loudly, but I was speechless when I heard it.

Turning my head to look at my mother, I found that her expression was not particularly good, and I was even more speechless.

woman! It doesn’t matter if you complain about your age, but it’s okay for others to complain.

I wisely chose to keep myself safe, and I would never participate in such a question foolishly.

“Well, we don’t seem to have a lighter!”

I squatted on the ground and rummaged in the bag, only to find out that we didn’t have a lighter until now when it was time to light it.

This is embarrassing!

“What, there is no lighter, let me buy one!”

My sister seemed surprised, then turned around and went to buy a lighter.

I remember that the nearest small shop was at least one kilometer away from here. Although there were many people at the moment, it was night after all, and to get to the small shop, I had to go through a forest path.

I was worried that it was not safe for my sister to go alone, so I grabbed her wrist quickly and shook my head,

“No, I’ll just borrow one!”

As I said that, I let go of my sister, and when I looked around a little, I saw an old man who was ordering a fairy stick for his little grandson not far away.

I took the fairy stick and ran up quickly,

“Grandpa, can you lend me a lighter!”

The old man looked up at me, saw the fairy stick in my hand, and immediately smiled.

“Yes, yes, give it to you, use it!”

“Thank you grandpa!”

I bowed slightly politely and respectfully, and thanked the old man.

The fairy stick was lit, and I expressed my gratitude to the old man again. The old man was very kind and even said “no thanks” and “you’re welcome”, which made me very grateful.

“Nice, brother dei!”

As soon as I walked back, my sister jumped out and patted my shoulder with a smile, and couldn’t wait to stretch out the fairy stick in her hand.

After I set my sister’s one on fire, I helped my mother’s one on fire.

My sister held a fairy stick in each of her left and right hands, and danced with excitement wherever she was, while my mother stood silently by the side, gently shaking her hand holding the fairy stick, and looked at us with a smile.

I took out my phone, turned on the camera, and called out to my sister.

“sister!”

My sister turned her head and looked at me in surprise.

“Crack!”

Although no flash was turned on, the light of the fairy sticks around and the brilliance of the fireworks above my head were enough for me to clearly capture her appearance at this time.