My younger brother who is two years younger than me (Third)(1963) He crossed the threshold of ten years old. Although he was a twin brother, his third brother was more intelligent than me and my brother. He had been outstanding since the first grade of primary school. First of all, his handwriting level was far beyond his age and the grade he studied. When he opened his homework, his elegant and beautiful handwriting immediately jumped into his eyes. When he looked closely, every stroke of the word revealed a unique aura. Even the words that the teacher commented on his homework were ashamed to compare with his third brother's handwriting. Therefore, all his teachers liked him.
Before Third Brother went to school, it was my brother and me who wrote letters to relatives. Since Third Brother was in the second grade of primary school, he wrote all the letters to relatives. Not only did he write well, but he also wrote fluently and appropriately. He was deeply appreciated by the sixth aunt of Qing Dao. The sixth aunt praised him in her reply,"It's rare for a nine-year-old child to write such a fluent and emotional letter." Twelve years later, when I went to Qing Dao for the first time, Aunt Liu was still praising my third brother's calligraphy and letter, saying that he inherited the legacy of the Zhao family scholars (my grandfather's surname was Zhao). However, my third brother left the school before he finished his fourth grade (to be discussed later).
Third Brother also showed his expertise in literature and art. The school organized cultural performances, and Third Brother became a necessary participant and active organizer in their class. In the second grade of primary school, the school organized a large-scale performance called "Asia, Africa and Latina unite and move forward". Third Brother played the role of African black children in it. His bold and free performance and his loud child voice made my brother and I feel surprised. I don't know where Third Brother got these talents?
Eight years later, when I went to the provincial capital to take care of my aunt, who was persecuted during the Cultural Revolution and fell ill, my aunt's daughter (in the provincial capital, she was the same age as me, so it was not appropriate to call her cousin. Let's call her "Fang") mentioned Ping (the daughter of the secretary of Zhoutian Farm at that time. Her father was a cadre of the Long March. Ping was the school's literary backbone and organizer. Ping looked like Wang Fang in the movie "Heroes and Children". In today's words, she was the idol in the hearts of all students. When I first came to Zhou Tian from Dafutun to study in the third grade of primary school, Ping was already in the fifth grade. When my third brother went to primary school, Ping was already in middle school. However, Ping was still enthusiastic about helping the primary school organize cultural activities. Ping truly had the temperament of a revolutionary cadre's child and did not discriminate against the poor. However, due to the disparity in family status, age and grade, I did not say a word to Ping. Ping actually did not know me. Ping's father and Fang's mother, my aunt, were once close colleagues in the same department in the provincial capital, so our children were also close.) I told her that I was very good at singing and performing. I was simply a literary genius. When I first heard it, I felt inexplicable. I had never participated in any cultural activities in school, and the teachers in the class had never given me such an opportunity. I even felt that I was too humble and pitiful to be associated with cultural performances.
However, I suddenly understood that Ping was talking about her third brother to Fang. Because "Asian, African, and Latino friends unite and move forward" was a program that Ping had arranged. At that time, her third brother, who was in the second grade of primary school, participated in the performance of this program and left a very good impression on Ping. When Ping saw Fang, she talked about her third brother's performance talent.(Ping knows that Fang's mother is my aunt), but Fang mistook the third brother Ping mentioned for me.(Because I won't mention Ping later, I'll write a few more sentences here. Later, Ping was admitted to a nursing school and left Zhoutian. At that time, it was very honorable to be admitted to a nursing school. However, I later heard that after Ping graduated from the nursing school, she was assigned to a poor and backward county hospital that was ravaged by blood flukes. Her life wasn't good, and she eventually fell into poverty.) Yiping left an impression of the temperament of a Red Army descendant in my childhood memories. I thought that she would definitely become a famous person in the literary field in the future and would enjoy a superior personal life. Life is really a lot of calamities, although I am not related to Ping, I can't help but feel sorry and sad for Ping's fate.
His third brother's intelligence was also shown in the appearance that his parents had created for him. He had a square face, big and spirited eyes, and there was always a natural smile in his eyes. His eyebrows were raised, showing his unruliness and confidence. They were both fed with poor food, but his cheeks were full and his face was rich. His mother's evaluation of his third brother was that "at first glance, his third son is a lucky man." In the end, his third brother's appearance was most likely inherited from his mother. In the third grade of elementary school, a tall girl named Ru in their class (one year older than Third Brother, her father was a small cadre in the cultural affairs of the field) was obsessed with Third Brother. She did not think that our family was poor and followed Third Brother to our house after school. Mother joked to Ru,"Do you really like my third son?"”"I like it!" "My family is so poor. Don't you mind?”"No!" "Are you willing to be Third Son's wife when you grow up?”"I'm willing!" "Will your parents agree?" "Yes!" Mother laughed loudly. Two years later, because the copper mine was classified as a poor mine (the mining value was lower than the mining cost), the third brother moved away from Zhoutian with his family. In the following ten years, his mother kept mentioning Ru. My wife met my third brother after we got married. After that, whenever she saw the movies that Da Shichang acted in, she said that my third brother was too much like the actor Da Shichang.
His third brother had an extroverted personality. Although he was young, he dared to speak and dare to ask. He dared to do and bear responsibility. This kind of personality was meticulously inherited from his father's tough temper. I am timid and afraid of trouble. I don't dare to disobey father's words. Although my brother was not as afraid of my father as I was, he did not dare to contradict my father. Only my third brother dared to confront my father. He had his own ideas and did not take my father's words too seriously. The two of them had the same temper, but it just happened to be the principle of repulsion in physics. Therefore, the two of them fought (contradicted) many times. When the two of them were still alive, my father wanted to see my third brother for the last time before he died. My third brother, who was dozens of miles away, actually said over the phone,"He disappeared before he died."
Third Brother's resentment towards his father was caused by the two's conflicting natures. It had accumulated since Third Brother was young, including the incident of Third Brother going into the mountains alone to dig bamboo shoots in the spring of 1963.
In the spring of 1963, the third brother (born in 1953) was less than ten years old. This Saturday night, my third brother told me and my brother,"It's not worth it for us to only pull out the small bamboo shoots on Sunday. Everyone else is going to dig for the bamboo shoots. One bamboo shoot is equivalent to a basket of small bamboo shoots. Tomorrow (Sunday), we'll follow their adults into the mountains to dig for bamboo shoots.”My brother and I were hesitant. We knew that father would never allow us to enter the mountains. When Third Brother saw that my brother and I did not dare to go, he said,"It's useless to tell you. Tomorrow, I'll go into the mountains alone with Daren. Don't tell father."”
I was one year younger than my brother and two years older than my third brother. It seemed that there would be a "generation gap" even if there was a difference of two years in age. My third brother's (small) circle of friends was no longer in the same circle as my brother and me. It was in school that I spent more time with my brother than he did with us. Although my third brother was younger than us, his character and courage determined that he did not think too highly of us as his brothers.
First, we were afraid that it was not safe for Third Brother to go into the mountain alone, and we were also afraid that Third Brother would look down on us. Brother and I decided to go into the mountains with Third Brother to dig bamboo shoots the next day. We didn't want Father to know. Anyway, Father went out early on Sunday morning and came back very late at night. We would go out after he went out. We would definitely go down the mountain and return home before he came back. In this way, Father wouldn't know that we went up the mountain. Even if he knew, he wouldn't blame us when he saw us digging bamboo shoots.
However, that night, it rained heavily for the entire night. The roaring of the mountain torrents and the rumbling of the thunder disturbed us for the entire night. I thought that with such a heavy rain, Third Brother would not enter the mountain again. The next morning, his father pushed his wheelbarrow and went to sharpen the scissors in the heavy rain.
Because we were disturbed by the thunder at night, we didn't sleep well. When it was almost dawn, the three of us fell asleep. When we opened our eyes, it was already past eight in the morning. Third Brother was anxious because he had agreed to set off at six in the morning with the adults. My brother and I advised him not to enter the mountain because the heavy rain was still falling. It was dangerous to enter the mountain. However, Third Brother refused to give up. He picked up the cloth bag that he had prepared the night before and went out. Brother and I were stunned at the door. When Brother and I thought of chasing Third Brother back, we didn't know that he had entered the mountain from that path. We chased after him at the entrance of Dayuan River. When we turned around the hill behind the copper laboratory, we saw the raging flood rushing out of the valley. The gentle river and the path into the mountain had already been swept under the flood. Third Brother could not enter the mountain from here.
We turned around and chased after the path leading to the mining site. We ran along the path and shouted. After chasing for a few miles, we didn't see anyone. My brother and I returned home with uneasy feelings, hoping that Third Brother couldn't enter the mountain because of the heavy rain and flood, so we returned home by ourselves.
However, things didn't go as my brother and I hoped. Third brother didn't return, but he still entered the mountain. He did not eat anything in the morning, nor did he bring anything to eat into the mountain. I even hate Third Brother's stubbornness. If something happens to him, how are we going to explain it to Father?
Mother was angry with me and brother and asked why we didn't tell Daren about this last night. Otherwise, she would have asked Father to stop Third Brother from entering the mountain. But it was all too late. His third brother had gone into the mountains. Mother asked me and ge to chase after him separately. We must get third brother back. My brother and I could only deal with Mother's blame because we didn't know where he went. We didn't know which direction the bamboo forest was in. That day, the rain did not stop. His mother kept nagging," Third Brother didn't eat anything. He didn't bring anything. Can he walk?”
The heavy rain stopped near evening. Third Brother hasn't returned yet. We asked around if anyone who went up the mountain to dig bamboo shoots had returned. Have you seen my third brother? The people who came back all said that they didn't bring Third Brother, so it was impossible to see him. My brother and I went to several mountain entrances to meet him, but we didn't see him come out of the mountain at eight o'clock in the evening. I went to the neighbors and asked around. Almost all the people who entered the mountain had returned, but no one had seen my third brother.
His mother's heart tightened. Please don't let anything happen to Third Brother. He wouldn't get lost, right? He wouldn't fall down the mountain, right? Would it be washed away by the flood? Would they encounter wild beasts? Would he faint from hunger? All sorts of terrible assumptions arose in our minds.
We really hoped that our third brother would suddenly appear in front of us, but he didn't. At nine o'clock in the evening, his father came back exhausted and drenched. He hadn't realized that his third brother wasn't in the room. Because of his worry for his third brother, no one thought of filling his father's bowl with rice to eat, and no one even thought of pouring him a glass of water.”，My brother and I didn't dare to say anything. Mother saw that she couldn't hide it, so she said to Father," He went up the mountain with someone to dig for bamboo shoots. He's coming back soon." What are you all doing here? No one is stopping him?”，Dad couldn't care less about his fatigue. He grabbed the flashlight and called my brother and I to go into the mountains to look for him.
At this moment, with a plop, Third Brother fell through the door. He was covered in mud from head to toe. The bamboo shoots in the bag on his back fell out. He lay on the ground and couldn't get up. My brother and I were about to help him, but Father pushed me away and took off my shoes. Without saying anything, he hit Third Brother's butt lying on the ground. He didn't stop until he hit more than twenty soles. Third Brother had no strength to cry. He lay on the ground as if he was dead. He was too tired. Just like that, he fell asleep on the ground. Mother wanted to pick up the sleeping Third Brother, but Father fiercely pushed Mother to the ground. Third Brother was drenched in the heavy rain for a day and did not eat anything. He carried a few bamboo shoots (about 20 catties) from the mountains, but was beaten to death by Father. He slept on the ground until dawn. The next morning, he crawled up, grabbed his bag, and went to school again.
That night, other than Third Brother being exhausted and beaten by Father, he fell asleep on the ground where he fell into the house. Mother didn't sleep the whole night, and Father didn't sleep the whole night. My brother and I also kept our eyes open until dawn. The sound of Father beating Third Brother with the soles of his shoes could tear our hearts apart. We couldn't accept Father using such a cruel method to express his concern and love for his children's safety. Not only did Third Brother hate him, but every time I thought of the night Third Brother was beaten up, I wanted to leave him and never come back.
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