Chapter 92:

My name is Ying Jingxue. My mother is Liang Wen, my father is Ying Shunchen, and I have a sister named Ying Jingrui.

In the year I was born, three great events happened.

The first happy event was that my father finally won the second actor trophy in his life. He was older than my mother and entered the industry earlier than my mother, but won two trophies less than my mother. But this does not affect his position in his mother's heart at all. Although he was a little worried.

The second big thing was when my sister was four years old when she was in her first movie, and it was critically acclaimed, and she walked the red carpet at a film festival with her dad. I wanted to join in the fun too, but I was only a few months old and I was in **** early childhood education. The most acclaimed thing in Dad's acting career is that he became famous when he participated in "Liyuan Jingqing" when he was seven years old, but his sister broke his record. And my sister seems to be more popular than my father, because my sister spends time almost every year to join the crew to act.

The third big happy event is naturally my arrival. Although I am a little embarrassed, I know that my parents, my sister, and my great-grandfather all like me. Probably because I was born white, with a sweet smile, and I am a cute little boy who grew up eating so much.

Don't look at me looking good, but my temper is much more irritable than my sister.

Of course, my sister doesn't get angry easily, and when she gets angry, it's earth-shattering. Only mother can deal with her. Dad must have stood aside, as soon as his sister's tears fell, his anger disappeared.

Because I have a sister who dotes on me with no bottom line, I have a backer, I can walk sideways at home and go to kindergarten, and no one dares to mess with me.

As mentioned earlier, my father won his second best actor trophy in the year I was born. He was almost forty years old that year, and there was about ten years between his first best actor trophy.

In the more than ten years in between, except for the three years of studying abroad, he has no dead ends in 360 degrees, 7 * 24 hours a day, and loves my mother all the time, and the rest of his energy is devoted to raising my sister. Mom quipped that Dad's parenting experience was comparable to a Ph.D. If he stops being an actor, he can go to childcare training classes and definitely earn money.

Maybe it's because my mother has gone farther and farther in her acting career and is getting better and better. My father felt the invisible pressure, so when my sister was in kindergarten, he took on a play called "Xia Ying", which is the first movie my sister starred in. , Dad finally won his second actor trophy with this play.

Winning the award this time stimulated his father's careerism. He started to get busy, and often entered the film crew with his mother, but most of them went east to west, south to north.

Fortunately, my father's professionalism was revived, and he didn't raise me like he raised my sister. Otherwise, I could **** the old man to death.

I don't learn anything like my sister. I even turned over, sat upright, crawled, and walked much later than ordinary children.

Even my mother said that she should take me to see a doctor to see if I have any disease. However, my sister disagreed. She insisted that there was nothing wrong with me, and she was unwilling to let my parents take me to the hospital.

I only started to learn to speak when I was two years old, and I was still speaking at random. The adults could not understand my bird language, only my sister could understand it. She is always my interpreter, plays games with me, plays house with me, and attends the early childhood education class that I hate the most.

Yes, I think the teacher in the early education class is not as good as my sister.

It's not surprising, people say that the eldest is well-raised, and the second is like raising a pig.

Anyway, I am not as smart as my sister, and I have the same characteristics as a pig. I can eat and sleep in a good mood, smile cheerfully at everyone, and have an easy-going and peaceful heart in everything I do. Of course, if others don't want to mess with me.

I still thank my parents for giving me a deceptive appearance. When people first see me, they will say that I have the same name as me, and think that I am a cute and beautiful snow-white fat doll. Because of this, they will not notice that my advantages are nothing but these.

All in all, thank my sister for not giving up on me. Although I was slow to learn, I finally slowly acquired the basic skills that a person should have, although it was very late.

I was stupid at the time, but I could read faces and guess the implication of adults' words.

I know, I inherited the looks of my parents, but my brain size is obviously less than theirs. Especially with jewels like my sister in front of me, it makes me even more useless. But I don't envy my sister at all.

Fortunately, I was born in such a family with no worries about food and clothing. I don't need to use my wisdom to win the favor of others, to win the opportunity to go to a good school, and to win a good job.

Fortunately, I have a sister who loves me without a bottom line, tolerates my many shortcomings, and hugs me tightly in her warm and peaceful arms, allowing me to grow up slowly.

Probably because my parents are too busy, my sister and I are very close.

She knows that I love strawberry cake and dislike anything mango-flavored. She knows that I have to hold the corner of the pillow tightly every night to fall asleep. She also knows that if I cry, I won't cry until I cry for fifteen minutes at most.

These parents don't necessarily know, but my sister does.

So sometimes I think, God dotes on my sister so much, gave her an enviable appearance and talent, but gave her such a troublesome bottle of oil, so she had to distract her energy to take care of me. It's really unfair.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, I had to make a lot of noise in the morning before I would go to kindergarten. Because I was stupid and not very good at talking at the time, I went to the kindergarten and was a little shy to face the chattering voices of other children. Children have no level of speech. Seeing that I don't speak much, they thought I was dumb, so they nicknamed me Snowman Dumb. Because I am fat and fat like a snowman, and the snowman has a mouth like me but can't speak.

I hated going to school more and more. Under the coercion and lure of my sister, I told her about the bullying I encountered in kindergarten. I clearly remember that her eye circles were a little red at that time. She put her arms around me and said, "Xue Bao is not dumb. Xue Bao is too lazy to talk to them."

Later, every morning, the first thing my sister did when she woke up was to come and coax me, and promised me that the first thing she would do when she came back from school was to play with me.

Slowly, I obediently went to kindergarten and integrated into the children. But still very hard.

I was slow in learning to speak, and I was even worse than my classmates who were learning painting, English, piano, and hosting in interest classes. Every talent show, I am very ashamed. At my age, my sister has already overwhelmed the audience, so she can do whatever she wants.

And I can only stand on the stage obediently and deftly, and rely on the "prosperous beauty" given by my parents to make a pout, show off my cuteness, and get a lot of applause.

Fortunately, I have a particularly good mentality, and I don't have too many emotions about it.

I stumbled and graduated from kindergarten, and the good days of relying on my face to eat are gone forever.

In front of me are all kinds of knowledge that can always reflect my poor IQ, such as pinyin, letters, addition and subtraction.

As I said earlier, my sister is very good. Apart from being proficient in all kinds of talents, she is also good-looking, good at acting, and excellent at studying. The scene where the tutoring homework in my parents' fantasy caused blood pressure to rise did not appear on my sister, but on me.

I am just like a snail, slow in learning knowledge, slow in doing homework, slow in doing everything. Mom and Dad love me, but they are often driven mad by me. Only my sister understands me. She has a lot of homework, and she has to take time to practice piano and basic dance skills, but she takes time to help me with my homework.

It's also a coincidence that as long as my sister explains the knowledge to me in a harmonious voice, I usually understand it after listening to it two or three times.

So my parents simply handed over the task of tutoring my homework to my sister.

In my eyes, my sister is like a superman who knows everything. She can become a painter at any time, help me with my painting homework, become a dance teacher, and help me practice the dance moves for Children's Day, or any other time I need her.

By the time I was in middle school, my sister was already a household name.

The classmates in the class, especially the male classmates, often ask me for news about my sister.

The alarm bell rang in my heart, and I turned into a little angel of justice and told them sternly: My sister doesn't like boys like you.

The male students looked disappointed, but I was very happy.

My sister is a star and has her own fans. But there is only one brother-in-law, and he must be the best man in the world besides his father.

My sister went to high school and university all the way, and she didn't delay in learning to act. She has acted in many plays since she was a child, and won many awards. She is still the darling of advertisers and the outstanding daughter that parents are most proud of.

But for me, apart from being good-looking, I learned to be blind, and I was blind in life. People who like my sister are at the end of the line where I can't see, and those who confess to me often use me as a seesaw to try to get close to my sister.

Does it sound a bit miserable?

But I don't think so at all. Under the pampering of my parents and sister, I live a Buddhist life, carefree, and as I get older, I gradually find that I still have some merits.

For example, I am more patient.

I was obsessed with knitting for a while, bought a lot of yarn and tutorials from the Internet, sat patiently at home and knitted a teacup cover, a vase cover, and even a cute explosion for the TV The rabbit pattern cover, put it on too.

My sister went home and looked at it, and said with a smile: "Oh, Xuebao is so powerful. The house is almost turning into a spider hole."

I just love my sister's one-liners, they sound funny and heartwarming. So I worked harder.

My sister encouraged me to post it on Douyin, and I became popular. Netizens said that Ying Jingrui's younger sister is not only good-looking, but also ingenious.

I'm dexterous, I admit, but I'm no match for the mind.

Later, I became obsessed with cooking again. I bought a lot of pots, pans, spoons, and spoons. I used the kitchen at home as my battlefield, and my family as my little white rabbits, and started to try to cook various delicacies.

As a result, I opened up my chef skills and won the praise of my parents and sister.

My sister encouraged me to open a food microblog, and I followed her advice and posted a few videos of my cooking. As a result, I was on fire again.

Netizens praised me and said that there are too few good-looking girls like Xuebao who can cook.

I laugh at it.

In this way, with the encouragement of my sister, I lit up many unknown skills. I am more confident and I am happier.

Once my sister won the best actress award, and she mentioned me in her acceptance speech.

She said: "I want to thank my sister. Every time I go home from filming, she greets me with the gentlest and sweetest smile and makes me forget all my troubles. In her eyes, maybe my sister Super powerful, but in the eyes of my sister, she is the cure for me. Looking at her trusting eyes, I feel that everything is possible for me."

Um. This is my sister, the only guiding light in my long dark night.

With her, I also feel like anything is possible for me.