My sister

After his old schoolmate's birthday night, Ji returned home drunk and low. In his mind he was still aware that the lights had not been turned off, that his house was still awake, not asleep to wait for him to come back.

He's the one who's afraid of Daddy. The first son is the youngest, but often when he goes out and comes back, the rod is always ready and he's ready to hit. At the age of sixteen, he's playing so much, and he is so stubborn, the day before, the next day, he goes, and so is today. He walked into the house, stopped the smell of wine from coming out with his breath, stood firmly to hide people about his drinking tonight. When he opened the door and entered the house, he saw his face and his sister Thu sitting there, and his legs began to shake, and saw the rod beside him as if he wanted to drink.

His cheeks yelled.

"Where are you going now? Do you know what time it is?"

He stared at her sister with little sympathetic eyes, and then he began to slightly discern.

"Well, I'm going to my granddaughter's birthday. I've been late because of a wheel break, so it's hard to find a car repair shop.

The sister Thu heard that she could lie because of her old character, and her sister's not strange anymore, said Thu to her.

"He said that shit, he didn't drink, I lost anything."

His mother looked at Thu's sister and began to look at her, and she was ready to know the question she was about to ask.

"Did you drink?"

It's butter.

"Yes, but I only have one."

It's funny, 'cause Thu has never said anything wrong about it before.

"Well, you see, I'm not telling him."

His face pulled the rod right in front of him, and she cried out.

"There's also a big dick that imitates a man's wine.".

That's what Thu said.

"This man who hasn't been taught, has grown up, has shown how he is now so young and has been drinking wine, and how he grew up."

He's got his lips, looks at her, and he's screaming.

"You're so good, and then you go out and tell me who you are."

Thu spoke with an ironic voice.

"I'm big, and you're small, but I don't go every day, and I've never gone so late as you."

The two sisters were fighting, and I had to intervene.

"That's a real house, and you two are just gonna flip it up. The two of us are silent and no one says anything. He goes to sleep, and the Thu goes."

He came in and whispered because he had escaped, no more beating as he used to be. There's only two sisters in the house, and it's a mess, and all the secrets are uncovered by the sisters.

He hates their sisters so much, he wants his sister out of this house, so that no one will resist him from now on. Sometimes the two sisters get angry for days without talking, so every time the sister is the one who takes the initiative first, herself never. He's like the little man in this house, every day his sister is cooking, slightly salty, a little lost, it's even bad, there's nothing she's doing that she likes.

Two sisters with two completely different natures, having a conversation for a while and then arguing, he wants his sister to give up on him, he's going to come by himself. Sometimes he's sad or happy, he has to go and fight with his sister, so he eats a good meal, people call his sisters "graffiti", whenever he makes a deal, his brother gets angry, he gets chopped, but he isn't afraid, like that day after month.

He woke up early in the morning and saw his sister scanning the house. He remembered last night, when his sister poured oil into the fire, and he put his hands behind his back and walked around.

"That's good for me. It's probably storm number one this afternoon."

"You turn around, I'll feed the trees now."

He's still holding an ironic and challenging voice.

"I'm scared. I'm afraid. Try the play, the intimidation, my house, I want to stand anyway."

Seeing him challenged, Thu scaned halfway down to the lower house to avoid his face, he still followed in pursuit of cause.

"It's so beautiful. It looks like a duck."

Angry with his words.

"You must've been the wrong mother at the time."

He laughed pleasantly at what his sister said.

"Born the wrong woman."

Remind me of last night, because I haven't hit him yet.

"Why didn't I give you a couple of trees in the evening, so you could keep the straw."

Give me a few, give you a thousand.

Every day you leave this house, it's this house."

And every day you're in this house, this house isn't quiet. Every day you get out of here. I'll celebrate.

Shake your head, say it clearly.

"From now on, you wash your clothes. I don't work for you all the time."

"I didn't ask you to wash, it was because you washed yourself."

"Do you remember?"

"Yes, I remember."

You turn your back into the room because you know talking to him is just tired, he doesn't know what to do, he didn't even respect you all the time, but you never feel sad because you're so accustomed to this scene. He was ten years older than he was, but he never confessed to calling you, just me and you, even though his mother screamed him a lot about how he talked to his sister, it didn't change. He thinks that whatever he's doing, Thu's involved, especially traveling or asking for money.

There's only a TV in the house. I like to watch this one, I love to watch the other one, the two sisters keep fighting each other leading to a fight and then fighting, finally the three shut off the TV so that from now on we don't have to fight. So from there he hates his sister so much, that if she wasn't in this house, that bad thing't happen. Sometimes he wants you to leave the house so that you don't have to shake your ears, get upset with the money, put oil on the fire, make him scream and get hit just because of his sister.

Thu is twenty-six years old, that's the age of getting married, the family has been discussing this for days. He heard it, he breathed relieved and laughed at himself alone, he knew that no one would stop him in his way. He's as happy as he's never been, and he'll definitely celebrate as he said to you.

But the day her sister went to marry her, even though she knew it was a happy day, she felt very sad in her heart. When he brought the bride back to her husband's house, she hid behind the door looking at her sister for a long time, two rows of water suddenly filled, she cried in the rain, she was an officer but this time it didn't matter, whoever looked at her did not care, cried like a child in the midst of their guests.

Her mother saw her crying, and she cried, and her sister saw her, and hurried out, and embraced her in her heart. This was an unprecedented embrace between the two sisters. She wiped her tears with her hands, and my eyes followed her.

Every day he declares that if his sister gets out of this house, she'll celebrate, but now, on the contrary, he doesn't want her to go, he just wants her to stay in this house forever. Three surprises to encourage.

"Your sister married, you have to be happy, today is a happy day, don't cry people laugh, your parents have to rejoice, laugh."

That's what he said, but his father was as sad as he was, with his mother because he had only one daughter. He wiped his tears with his hands, his mouth tried to laugh, but his breathing continued, his sister grabbed his hand, spoke quietly.

"Let's stay at home, be nice, listen to Daddy, don't go out."

He quietly bowed his face down and turned his face the other way. He's trying to hide his feelings, but his eyes keep coming out. Her sister turned her back after comforting her and her cheeks. He's still staring at his sister behind a curtain.

They went home, he didn't want to go, he wanted to stay here with his sister, she had to beg, he did not want, decided to be here a little longer.

That night, he didn't sleep, he walked back, looked at his sister's room, now empty, some sorrow pulled back in his eyes, only recently, but now he missed their sisters so much.

From now on, there's no shadow of his sister in the house, and no one is against him, but he's sad.

He remembers the days that his sisters were here, the house, the water, all the one hand they did, even though they fought more than lost but never let him wash any clothes, every time he fought, she always said the mouth, from now on will not wash her, he also knew their sisters said that, rather than do that.

Whenever he keeps his sister awake at night to take care of her, whenever she goes out for hours, her sister never gets to sleep first, only waits for her to come back and then sleep. Remember when he was a child, his legs were hurt, his sister had to take him from home to school, and then from school to home, and so for months, remembering that two rows of tears were flowing.

Tonight is her first day away from home, she's never felt as empty as tonight, she knows from now on. From then on he looked out at the courtyard, and whenever he saw someone passing through the gate, he ran out of joy, thinking that his sisters had returned.