The Story of a 16-Year-Old Girl Becoming a Mother

Daotanghe (Memoirs of My Late Husband) Finally having time, I decided to watch a movie with Sa Jiang. The DVD was selected by Sa Jiang. I was quite surprised that this child would choose a horror movie. He is obviously not very courageous. It wasn't until the child hid in my arms because of a jump scare that I realized that he was taking the opportunity to get close to me. This child was always awkward and didn't say what he wanted. Especially after I dyed my hair, this child's behavior became more rebellious and always made me guess. I didn't have much time to waste on such things, but the guilt for this child made me suppress my irritability and try my best to be a good mother. I already owe Sa Jiang too much, I can't refuse him anymore. I took the initiative to hug his fluffy curly head, which was retracted into my arms, and patted his back again and again. I said habitually: "It's really scary. It scared me. Can you give me a hug?" After saying that, I was stunned. He held me in his arms, caressing each of my ribs through the clothes, but he didn't dare to turn his head, fearing that his ears would hear my abnormal heartbeat. When he grows up, he rarely takes the initiative to hug me. I often take the initiative to hug him. Because I am young, I can take the initiative, but he cannot take the initiative to do such a move that is similar to showing weakness, because he is an older brother. Only in such a dim environment would his hand holding me be unscrupulous, but I knew that his movements were not mixed with any desire. He was just confirming my existence. After losing my mother, we were the only existence that each other could hold tightly to. I somehow feel like the two of us have swapped identities with each other. I have become the elder brother, and the elder brother has become me. I have swallowed up all his pain, forbearance and unspeakable things, so he feels more and more guilty that he is more sinful and inferior to me. I heard him sigh again. After I underwent reconstructive surgery, he always sighed when facing me. I'm not in a good mood, you look so bad, all your good luck is gone. He glared at me, a smile finally appeared on his face, but the corners of his eyes drooped unconsciously. It's ugly, like a big dog that has been abandoned by its owner. When the owner finally passes by him and wants to follow him, he is chased away. A dog parked on the side of the road will habitually wag its tail at its owner even if it is frustrated. He always felt ashamed of me, and felt that the responsibility of saving the world as the Master of Chaldea was his alone, so he felt sorry for dragging me into the water, or maybe he was sorry to his mother, and he was sorry for not being able to protect me as he promised in front of her. So every time my physical examination report came out, he would be the first to look at it. His brows were furrowed even when my status was normal. If the report results were abnormal, it would be even more exaggerated. The gaze on me was comparable to an X-ray. He wished he could bear the pain on my behalf. Fear and uneasiness became a part of him. His feet began to weaken, his hands shook unconsciously, and his head became so dizzy that he almost turned into a puddle of sugar water. The love that existed at this time crawled out from his hair, his eyes, his eyebrows, his voice, and all the conspicuous and inconspicuous places about him. I chewed on the pain and felt inexplicably happy. Then I quickly came to, feeling apologetic and baffled by the pleasure. I don't remember what happened in the latter part of the movie, maybe it wasn't too scary, so my brother withdrew from my arms and stopped being a camel with his head buried in my arms. I didn't let go of his hand, but I didn't hold it tightly either. Occasionally I would adjust my sitting posture and twitch the held hand, but he would subconsciously hold it tight, fearing that I would let go. So, no one would take the initiative to let go until the hands became sweaty. My brother was so scared by horror movies that he didn't dare to sleep alone. He moved the bedding to my room to make a bed on the floor, and he nicknamed it "the sister who didn't dare to sleep alone after watching horror movies with me." In order to maintain his precarious dignity as a brother, I did not object to this reason. His brother's sleep quality is famous in Chaldea. The myth that he can fall asleep standing up has been circulated in Chaldea for a long time, so he arranged the bedding, put on the pillow and closed his eyes and fell asleep, as smooth as a human machine. I'm not that sleepy, but now the ceiling light is turned off, leaving only the bedside lamp emitting a weak warm light. I can't make any noise to affect my brother, he is already very tired. At first I just stared at the ceiling and counted sheep. Unexpectedly, I became more energetic as I counted and didn't want to sleep at all. Subconsciously, he turned over and faced his brother's sleeping face on his side. He had his eyes closed and the upper and lower rows of eyelashes were kissing each other intimately. One stick, two sticks, three sticks... I guess I was really too bored to do anything else by counting his eyelashes. Alas, we've all counted. That's it. Let's talk about it after we finish. As a brother, you have to protect your sister. From the moment I was born, my brother was taught this way by my parents. But I feel that sometimes, I protect him more. When his friends are being bullied and he doesn't know anything about it, every moment when he doesn't want to come forward and endures silently, lowering his head and whimpering in vain. Because I'm in charge, he doesn't need to make choices or do unnecessary things. I am his external mouth. Of course, more often than not, I was the one bullying him. But isn't this a matter of course? Blood and umbilical cord surround us. As an older brother, he is born to be bullied by his younger sister. When I stay with him, he is always the one who does the most, and I have the right to boss things around. I am the sister and he is the brother. Since he pampers me like this, my willfulness is naturally justified. However, the only one who can bully him is me, and the rest, no matter who they are, can't. Alter said personally, sometimes when I look at my brother, I don't look at my brother who is connected by blood, but like I'm looking at a struggling prey. Especially when I bully him, I am like a majestic lioness on the grassland, standing at the top of the food chain, looking down at the prey with a condescending and playful look. I am chasing, fighting, and giving. I like what she said very much, because only in Chaldea would I be expected to become a young and mighty lioness, not a canary in the conventional social sense. Human beings of the other gender clearly look like human beings, and they can also receive education, employment, and are protected by law, but their treatment is always unequal, so unequal that they don't look like individuals. They are like sacrifices or fuel used to light the lights of thousands of families. As for where the inequality is, who enjoys the preferential treatment of which gender, and which gender of human beings these preferential treatment and enjoyment are obtained at the expense of which gender, the men know very well, and they remain tacitly silent, trying to cover up the facts, just for fear that the sacrifices will realize that they should not be born to be sacrifices. I never thought that one day I would become a sacrifice and willingly support my brother's progress. Personal life and death are still too insignificant in the face of human reason. The person I would rather sacrifice is me rather than him. But I also know that the same is true for my brother. No one should be sacrificed. I know that my brother has been forcing himself to move forward. He grew up in the danger of the singularity, between life and death, under the teachings of the heroic spirits and the support of all the Chaldeans. My brother rarely disappoints people. He seems to be born to become a saint who saves the world. But I'm not. I am not a good old man like my brother who blindly agrees to other people's requests. I agree to the point where I do a lot of things that are not actually my own. People like my brother are favored by gods, favored by humans, and watched by non-human beings. They are also the ones who are most likely to destroy themselves. But I will refuse other people's requests, and I can't be as selfless and kind as my brother, so I am destined not to become a saint. In my opinion, "saint" is not a very beautiful word. Of course, this is not a disparagement. There are many saints in Chaldea itself. But throughout history, which saint's road to sainthood was not filled with thorns, bumps, and blood? Not to mention that most of the blood on the road to sanctification belongs to the saint himself. Good people hurt themselves because they don't want to hurt others, so they have no choice but to point the tip of the knife at themselves. I am not willing to be a mediocre person and hide behind others. Fujimaru Tachibana should always shine, this is my wish. Therefore, it was my decision to perform the surgery to replace the dragon's heart and become a being who is neither human nor dragon, but can use magic and has sufficient magic power. Even if my brother disagrees, I know he will not agree, so I choose to kill it first and then play it out, so that if he doesn't want to, there is nothing I can do. I laughed to myself, because I could help him, and it also gave me the value of being in Chaldea - another Master of Chaldea. But I ignored my brother's feelings, so I proudly and proudly said the words that made both of us lose control: "I can accept death and allow my brother to forget me." We were fighting hand to hand, the servants were placing bets and watching, and in the end we all had a camp war. Brothers and sisters can easily hurt each other because they are too close, because they know each other too well and know where to stab the most painful knife when they quarrel, but in the end it is a lose-lose situation. Until my brother mentioned my mother, the rope that tied me was also the shackles around his neck. With just a slight tug, I could injure the enemy a thousand times and injure myself eight hundred times, tearing away our comfortable dignity. We looked like enemies rather than brothers and sisters. He habitually said words to discipline me. He would criticize me from above for not being mature enough, obedient enough, and sensible enough, while at the same time handling all the things he could help me handle to the best of his ability. It was extremely contradictory. But I know that he just wants to tie me to him. He needs me to need him, and he needs me to be possessive of him. This is also his desire to control me. I know it and acquiesce in it. He will only try to control me subtly, but I am wild and untamable, too difficult to control, and will only obey things that he cares about but I don't care about. He tried to pull on the traction rope on my body to prevent me from running rampant and hurting myself, but every time he pulled, the end of the rope, the shackles around his neck, would also be twitched. The effects of force are reciprocal, as is injury, and so is pain. Our lives are filled with each other's presence, and the background of our lives has long been indistinguishable from each other. I still remember the day when the disease was solved. In Antarctica, which is always windy and snowy, the sky rarely cleared up, and there was no eye-catching huge aperture. The sun shone through the clouds on everyone, illuminating our faces that were relaxed after the burden was lifted. The pole is the pole of the world, and it is also the end of the world. Occasionally, the rumble of ice on the glacier melting and falling down is like thunder. My excited mood made me couldn't help but turn around and hug the person closest to me. Matthew was stunned by the sudden hug, then took the initiative to raise his hand and hug me back. My chin rested on her shoulder, and I looked at the other person present with a smile. The wind is invisible and the light is silent. The end of the world is my brother's gaze. Occasionally I wonder, what is the quarrel between my brother and I? Is it responsibility? Is it age? Or someone else? I don't know, but in the end, the only answer left is death itself. But I can't lose him, just like he can't lose me. We are gears that fit together. Correspondingly, the gears that mesh with each other involve each other and are entangled endlessly. As long as one party is unwilling, the other party will be unable to move forward. So he died and my life ended that day. Fujimaru Tachibana and Fujimaru Tachibana died on the same day, leaving only Nakahara Tachibana, a sad and hypocritical existence. For humans, life is a river that cannot flow back, unable to turn back or cross, full of regrets and helplessness everywhere. But not for me. Whether it's the dizziness of jumping time or the feeling of falling from a high altitude, I'm very used to it. So, I traced my way back to the poor source, and tumbled down the river, looking for my brother in it. Therefore, even if the lost people are lost, the people who meet will meet again. "Brother..." I stepped into the river and saw that familiar and vivid face again. This was the first and last time I saw him. The unspeakable pain and weakness made me curl up into a ball and subconsciously reach out to him. I needed comfort from him. I wanted to hold his hand tightly, just like he refused to let go of my hand. Because I know that no matter how many times, I will hold his hand and protect his precarious self-esteem. The same is true for him, his brother will never reject his sister. But when his hand just stayed on my head, like a priest pressing on the penitent's head, stroking the hair under his hand heavily and hotly, I knew that he had to comfort my sister. I'm a mother, so I can't be so willful.

The truth is not what Natsume thought. She is still drifting like a lonely boat on the sea, and her life is like a flower that withers at any time (I'm just talking nonsense, just watch the fun)

She has always been the one left behind

Wow, Tachibana also lost a doctor before losing his brother, and the elders in Kari, burst into tears.

This article really makes me sad, it's both beautiful and sad 😭

Is Zai Hezhong going to Chaldea?!! It feels like Tachibana's past is being unearthed little by little.

Being abandoned by my own Guo Jia is really too despairing

Damn, can we still wait for the update?

Finally gave in! Sighing for this but doing a good job, at least putting up a fight! It's just some disgusting male feudalism (beep) (beep) (beep) (ugh)

After reading it, this Dazai makes me want to cry. It's so well written!!!