I am eight and my sister is twelve. I was punished by my grandmother, who felt sorry for me and secretly kept her eggs for me.
I am ten years old and my sister is fourteen. Dad died, and she took good care of me, took care of my grandmother, and dropped out of school to work.
The night before we went to a foreign land, we cried bitterly. When we woke up the next morning, my sister left. I cried again and my eyes were red and swollen.
I am twelve and my sister is sixteen. When she came home, her face lost a lot of luster and brought back many fresh and beautiful things.
I asked my sister about a foreign land, and she asked me about my study. I said she had worked hard, and she said it was not difficult while looking through my textbook.
I was fourteen and my sister was eighteen. With beautiful beads on her ears and a big bracelet on her hand, I laughed at her fashion like a city dweller. She touched my head and told me to recite it to her.
Before she left, she secretly gave me money to buy food and said that I was too thin to take care of myself.
I was sixteen and my sister was twenty that year. Grandma went around looking for a date for her sister. Sister said not to marry, hiding in my room and crying.
Grandma advised her not to talk at the door. She said she had a lover in a foreign land. It's grandma's turn to stop talking. The next day, many relatives came to our house and sat around my sister, taking turns to persuade them. I hid in my room and listened. My sister just kept crying. My aunt said to her sister, you want to leave home, don't you? You want to abandon your family, isn't your grandmother crying loudly, whatever! You want to marry a stranger! I won't look at you again! My sister sobbed and replied, this is my life.
I am eighteen and my sister is twenty-two. It happened to be the summer vacation of senior three, and my sister wore a wedding dress and was taken to someone else's house.
My brother-in-law is a man in his late thirties, and his face flushed at the banquet. My sister came to my desk specially and talked with me. I asked my sister, do you like him? Cold nun, touching my head, said, how can I talk about whether I like it or not?
I am twenty years old and my sister is twenty-four. I went to her house, she invited me to dinner, the child cried with his trouser legs, and she cooked coldly.
I talked to her a lot during that time. She kept asking me about my college life and what the city was like there. The answer was not bad at first, and I asked a few more questions. She just smiled, and then stopped asking, just holding the baby and feeding her, without saying anything.
Before going home, she said that I had lost weight. When I got home, I still found 500 yuan more in my pocket.
I am twenty-two years old and my sister is twenty-six. I took my girlfriend to her house and found her fighting with her brother-in-law ―― pots and pans fell to the ground, and the child sat on the sofa crying. She was lying on her stomach with red eyes. I used to push my brother-in-law away, and she pulled me when I was about to move. She cried and advised me. My brother-in-law left angrily. She wiped her tears and invited us to dinner.
I introduced my girlfriend to her. She smiled and said that she was a good girl and secretly gave my girlfriend a red envelope when she left. Later, my girlfriend told me that my sister said I was also a good person.
I am twenty-four and my sister is twenty-eight. I brought my sister to my city for treatment. My sister lost all her hair and her skin was sallow. She stares out of the window all day.
I chatted with her, and she said that big cities are just different, and the leaves are much greener than our county. She touched my head and told me not to cry. She has been feeling much better recently.
I'm 26 and my sister is 28. I buried her in a cemetery in a big city and took my girlfriend to see her on the anniversary of her death. I showed her a photo of her 18-year-old ID card. Qi has long hair and is as young as a blooming flower.
My girlfriend praised my sister for being beautiful when she was young. I said I've seen her more beautiful. I was about six years old then, but now I don't remember her very much. I only vaguely remember her sitting on her father's shoulder, smiling proudly.
I was 28 years old that year, and so was my sister. I took my children to see my sister on the anniversary of my death. The child was so naughty that I left soon.
I was thirty that year, and one day I dreamed of my sister. She said she wanted to see me. I drove to the cemetery early the next morning. I chatted with her for a while until my wife called me home at noon. I dreamed about her again at noon that day. She said she was glad that her brother didn't forget himself, but, ah, I can live my own life without remembering her in the future.
I cried till I twitched in my dream. I woke up and touched my face. It was dry.
Later, I went to see my sister intermittently and chatted with her. Later, I only went to the cemetery on the anniversary of the death of Tomb-Sweeping Day and her sister every year, and there was nothing to say.
It was already summer when I came home from the cemetery and passed the hospital. The leaves outside the hospital are dark green. I stopped there for a long time and then drove home.
I don't understand why I watched it under the tree for so long that day. Think about it carefully, probably because I miss my sister.