“Don’t look under the table while eating! Concentrate on eating!” Dad’s loud voice came from the opposite side of the table, and I glared at my brother who was sticking tongue with tears in my eyes.
“But he keeps kicking me!” I threw the bowls and chopsticks on the table, and my brother showed his innocent expression again.
“No, mother, I really don’t.” His pretended innocence is only believed by parents, and I’m the only one who fooled me!
I stared at him even more resentfully, but he waved his short, fat little hand. My parents immediately believed his words and blamed me: “You do this Sister, don’t just wrong your brother, he’s eating well, when did he kick you?”
I want to say something more, but my mother’s warning eyes floated to let me know about me. Any more words will only make for a good meal, but as soon as I picked up the tableware, he kicked more vigorously. I saw my brother giggling presumptuously at the dinner table, and I really wanted to slap it down.
I don’t know how many times this drama has been performed in my house. Every time I want to lift up the tablecloth and grab his restless feet, my parents will sternly stop me. It seems like how important the rules at the dinner table are. You can’t look around when you eat, or leave a grain of rice in the bowl. It seems that they are all rules set for me, a girl. Why can my brother mess around? All right? This is unfair!
And every time my family has a table in the kitchen to eat, it’s already weird. What’s even more strange is that it’s just an ordinary folding table, but it has to be thick and high-end. My tablecloth pretends to be eating in a very luxurious restaurant. The tablecloth grows to the ground, making my feet nowhere to lie. The drooping fringed whiskers make my feet itchy and uncomfortable. The tablecloth will be scolded again, and eating has become my most painful errand every day.
It happened that the ignorant brother always relied on himself to be favored. He stretched out his feet and kicked me under the dining table while my parents were concentrating on eating. Every time I got angry, he pretended Seeing sympathy as a good child, mom and dad only believe him, this world is really unreasonable!
I thought about it several times, to tear off that tablecloth, to prove it to them, what their baby son was doing, but when I thought about the food and broken bowls all over the floor Pan, and mother’s slippers magic, I really don’t have the guts to do this. I also want to secretly break the tablecloth when everyone has finished eating, but the strange thing is that my kitchen will be locked after eating every day, and only my father has the key. This is really weird. You said yes. Why should the kitchen be locked?
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Such days have continued for more and more days, the weather has become hotter, and my dinner has gradually become stranger. The sultry kitchen has a strange smell. Summer is coming. The thick tablecloth makes me so hot. I asked my mother if I could change it.Zhang tablecloth, she just shook her head with a weird expression, and then exchanged a strange look with her father. The younger brother was still giggling, but I don’t know if it was my illusion. His face seemed to have a lot of prickly heat. Things, the sound of laughter is not as loud as before, but his strength to kick people under the table is still unabated.
At night I heard the voice of parents from the locked kitchen: “The kid…do you think she already knows?”
“Anyway, don’t let her come in here…”
The conversation between my parents is so strange. I was lying on the bed thinking about reading comic books. The girl in the book talked with each other every day. The family lived together, but in fact, her family was already dead. They just hid the body from her, until one day she found out…
Wait a minute! A horrible thought suddenly appeared in my mind. The locked kitchen, the heavy tablecloth, the strange smell… I don’t know why, but the contents of the book remind me of the prickly heat on my brother’s face. Is that really prickly heat? My tears suddenly filled my eyes. Mom and Dad… Could it be that they are already? Why would I not know? My head hurts so much… I heard the sound of a stranger’s footsteps in my ears. I heard the same sound that afternoon.
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I remembered that one Sunday afternoon, my parents and my brother were sleeping in the room, and I was watching TV alone, and the original cartoon suddenly became an emergency In the news, a lunatic who killed a lot of people escaped near my house. The aunt on the TV asked us to close the door and don’t let people come in casually. I heard the doorbell ring while eating snacks, and an uncle outside said to charge electricity bills. , And…
Did I open the door? Still not open?
My head hurts, I knocked on the back of the comic book, but I really can’t remember who opened the door, I just remember the strange footsteps getting worse Near, I must hide, I have to hide myself…
Then I heard footsteps upstairs, I hid for a long, long time, tears and nose running all over my face , I’m so scared, will that uncle come to kill me? Will he kill his parents and brother? Although I often scold my brother to die during quarrels, I didn’t really want him to die!
I was trembling all over. I didn’t know how long I had been hiding. Until I didn’t have the strength, I walked out crookedly, but I saw my parents sitting at the dining table with great expressions on their faces. Weird, but at least they are alive… When I was about to scold myself for being too imaginative, I suddenly remembered something wrong. In addition to the weird expressions, their parents… had blood on their hands that day!
My tears came out again, they can’t lie to me anymore, they have been killed by that lunatic uncle, and their bodies must be hidden in…
I rushed to the kitchen, but couldn’t open the locked door. I wanted to open the tablecloth to see what was under it, but my father’s cold voice suddenly came from behind me. Come.
“What are you doing here? Go back to the room!” His face was as ugly as a ghost. I stepped back in fear. Mom didn’t know when he would also appear next to him. Said to me in the same stern voice: “Go back!”
Mother’s eyes are terribly red, her face is wet like water is constantly leaking, and the smell of the kitchen is floating. Entering my nose, I was too scared to say anything, pushed them away and rushed back to my room, as if I could still hear my brother’s giggles.
Day after day, I was sitting at the table with my family in fear and eating nonchalantly. After dinner, I saw my mother frantically spraying insecticide and fragrance in the kitchen The prickly heat on my brother’s face is getting more and more serious, but his appetite is not diminished at all. Dad seems to have resigned and is no longer working…