【Mom and the White Pig】(01) 【Author: a8625833】

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********** ... My dad works for a foreign company. His boss is American, but he settled in China . He had to go back to the US for three months for work, and his son, Bruce Lee, is currently in the first year of junior high school in China. There's no one else at home besides the two of them, so my dad's white boss was worried about who would take care of the child after he left. I don't know if my dad invited him or if his boss ordered him, but one evening my dad brought this white pig home. He was about 1.65 meters tall, but I think he weighed at least 150 pounds; he looked like a giant meatball. "Hi, my name is Bruce Lee. I really admire his martial arts. He's the most manly Chinese person I've ever met, and I want to be as strong as him." This white pig couldn't really be considered American anymore; he was practically a native-born Chinese. His Chinese was almost as good as any other Chinese kid's. I was completely taken aback by . My mom is a very warm and hospitable person, especially since this is the son of my dad's boss, which carries a bit of a business relationship . Naturally, she was even more friendly and enthusiastic. "Xiaolong, welcome to our home ! If you need anything, just tell Auntie. Xiaoming, you're the older brother, so you need to take good care of your younger brother, understand?" From the moment that white pig walked in, I noticed his thieving eyes were glued to my mom. He'd look at her face, then her chest, then her thighs. I must say, my mom is an absolute beauty, and all naturally so. She doesn't like makeup and never wears heavy makeup, but her fresh and natural charm is enough to outshine many others, even young women in their early twenties might not be able to compare. My mom has a shapely figure, with curves in all the right places. Aside from being a little absent-minded, I really can't find any flaws in her appearance. I noticed that my mom's hair was newly permed; she used to have long, straight hair. It seemed like she got it permed a couple of days ago . I wondered if it was because this boy was coming to our house that my mom got it permed specifically for him. "It's okay, sister, I can take care of myself. I'll take care of Xiaoming too." Li Xiaolong slapped my shoulder hard with his thick arm. My small frame almost fell over from the slap, and my shoulder burned. But to avoid embarrassing myself in front of him, I gritted my teeth and didn't cry out. I glared at him fiercely, but he still grinned at me. I thought to myself, is this kid showing off to me? Just wait and see how I deal with him later. "Xiaolong, you called me the wrong person. It's Auntie, not sister. Auntie's son is older than you," Mom noticed Li Xiaolong's mistake in addressing her and pointed it out to him. But the tone she used when speaking to Li Xiaolong was even more intimate than when speaking to me, which made me furious. Perhaps the education foreign children receive is ultimately different. Although Bruce Lee grew up in China, he was much bolder and more outgoing than most Chinese children his age. He naturally flattered his mother: "But you look only a little older than me, not like an aunt at all. Can I call you 'sister'?" This kid had a really sweet tongue; his few words made his mother laugh non-stop. His mother treated him like a child and didn't hold it against him. Besides, any older woman would like to hear a little boy constantly calling her "sister . " That evening's dinner was lively. Although our family usually chatted and laughed during meals, it was usually just my parents talking. My father didn't like me talking non-stop during meals, and besides, I wasn't interested in what they talked about. But that night was an exception; my father chatted with Bruce Lee with great interest about his school life and family life. Now Bruce Lee finally had a stage to perform on. He started by talking about his daily life, then moved on to the school 's education system and teachers' teaching methods, and then to his hobbies: playing basketball, playing guitar, and singing. Watching his belly jiggle as he spoke, I couldn't help but worry about him . Didn't he get tired playing basketball? "Xiao Ming, listen to him! Look at Bruce Lee, so many hobbies and talents! And look at you! Don't always stay locked in your room playing games. You should exercise more when you have time!" My mother, unusually, lectured me at the dinner table. Of course, I wasn't angry with her; I just blamed on that white pig. "Don't worry, sister. From now on, I'll take care of Xiaoming's physical education. I'll take him out to exercise , and he won't have a chance to slack off." "That's great! Then Auntie will hand over the task of physical education to Xiaolong. With you taking care of Xiaoming, I won't have to worry about him always running off to internet cafes to play games. Come on, eat some more meat." In just a few words, I went from being a member of the family to a stranger, while Li Xiaolong became the one who was our child. What's most infuriating is that even though I'm a year older than Li Xiaolong, this kid always calls me by my first name and doesn't even call me "brother" with basic politeness. "Just you wait, you'll see. You'll be crying and calling me 'brother' then." I started to formulate a series of "educational plans" for Li Xiaolong. When it was time to go to bed at night, because my house has a three-bedroom, one-living-room layout, one master bedroom is my parents' room , the second bedroom is mine, and there is a study where my dad usually works or reads. Although there is a single bed in it, it is definitely not appropriate for guests to sleep in the study. So, my mom arranged for Bruce Lee and me to stay in the same room.

"Xiaoming, you must take good care of Xiaolong. He's a guest visiting our house, so you have to act
like ."

I answered obediently while secretly chuckling to myself, I was sure I'd "take good care" of this
guest .

I'd already planned ahead. I was the first to take a shower, then got into bed
, waiting to teach this kid a lesson. When Li Xiaolong came up, I'd give him a Foshan Shadowless Kick, then accidentally deliver a powerful punch while
stretching . If he still wasn't scared, I had more tricks up my sleeve. I'd get up in the middle of the night and give him a
course of treatment with his stinky feet stuffed in his nostrils. I refused to believe I couldn't cure his ill-mannered, pretentious habit.

But I waited and waited, almost falling asleep, and Li Xiaolong still hadn't finished showering and come in.
Had he fainted in the bathroom? Despite my dislike for him, I was still worried. If something happened,
our family would be the ones in trouble.

I got up to go check on things, but as soon as I opened the bedroom door, the bathroom door opened too—
the kid had finally finished showering.

However, it wasn't Bruce Lee who came out of the bathroom, but my mother. She was still wearing her pajamas,
a spaghetti strap dress. I was still wondering: where had that kid gone this time?

Just then, right behind my mother emerged Bruce Lee, who had been missing for so long. He
was shirtless, wearing only boxer shorts, and his clothes were still damp, looking like he had just showered.

I was incredibly shocked. Why were my mother and Bruce Lee coming out of the bathroom together?
What had they been doing together in the bathroom? Before I could even process what had happened, Li Xiaolong quickly took a few steps forward,
grabbed his mother's hand, and shook her arm playfully, whispering something.
I couldn't hear him clearly because of the distance. His mother blushed slightly and playfully poked his forehead with her finger , as if she were scolding him, but it was more
like a tender gesture between mother and son . But I was clearly her precious son in this house. Why did this little brat receive all of her affection? If I initially disliked Li Xiaolong, it had now escalated to hatred. He had taken over my bed the moment he arrived, and now he wanted to monopolize my mother's special love. This was unbearable. My mother couldn't be so kind to other children; she could only be kind . Finally, Mom said something to Li Xiaolong, and he nodded obediently, looking like he'd done something wrong. He lowered his head as he spoke, appearing very aggrieved. Mom probably noticed his sadness, and lovingly patted his head, whispering something in his ear. The boy instantly transformed, breaking into a smile. It made one wonder if his earlier sadness was an act. They said goodnight to each other, and Mom headed towards the master bedroom. But after a few steps turned back to look at his mother's back. Although I couldn't see his expression from that angle, I could tell it wasn't a kind one. What happened tonight was really strange. When Li Xiaolong came back, I had already secretly gone back to bed and lay down, deliberately sleeping on the inside with my back to the wall, pretending to be asleep. I had so many questions swirling in my mind that I didn't even feel like dealing with that kid, Bruce Lee. What were he and Mom doing in the bathroom for so long? What was their conversation about? What secret does this kid have with Mom? These were all questions I desperately wanted to know. I drifted off to sleep with these questions in my mind. In my dream, I felt someone pushing me, and it felt like someone was touching me. Then I dreamt I was in a swimming pool, but I can't swim and I was choking on the water and couldn't breathe. And in fact, I really couldn't breathe. I woke up with a start, sitting up I realized that Bruce Lee was a restless sleeper and had stuck his toes across me, right up into my nostrils. That was what caused my suffocating and nauseous feeling. Just as I was about to give this kid a good beating, he woke up groggily, rubbing his eyes, looking around and then at me. "Hi! Good morning, what time is it? Did you wake me up?" Looking at this white pig's completely oblivious expression, I was furious but had nowhere to vent my anger, so I snapped, "What time is it? Get up!" I ignored him, got dressed, and went to wash up. "How did Xiaolong sleep last night? Did you get used to it?" "Mmm, I slept very comfortably, everything was fine, nothing bothered me. Xiaoming even woke me up this morning." At the dinner table, Mom inevitably asked about her little guest's first night, hoping to address any complaints . But Li Xiaolong's answer was so perfect that even his usually serious father couldn't help but smile knowingly, looking at him kindly. "That's good. Auntie was worried you wouldn't be used to sleeping in the new place." "No, as long as I take a bath every night, I'll sleep soundly. Taking a bath and then going to bed is the most comfortable thing." Li Xiaolong said innocently, but perhaps because I had my own thoughts, I felt he emphasized the word "bath" when , as if it contained some unspeakable meaning. I also noticed that after hearing his words, Mom didn't answer him, but just smiled and lowered her head to eat. But there was still an undisguised smile on her lips. What was going on? At the dinner table, Mom casually announced today's itinerary. Since we had guests at home, we couldn't just let them eat and sleep at home. That would make our family atmosphere and education too dull and boring. So Mom decided to take the two of us to the amusement park today. Normally, I would jump up from my chair , but the thought of this white pig going with me dampened my happiness by half. "Great! We can go to the amusement park! I want to ride the roller coaster, I want to go on the haunted house adventure, and so much more!" Seeing how happy Bruce Lee was, the half of my happiness vanished instantly. "I have things to do today, you take the two of them to play."

Dad put down his newspaper and explained that he wouldn't be going to the amusement park with us today.

"What kind of work is so important? Couldn't you postpone it for a day? It's so rare for the whole family to go out together,"

Mom said, probably also unhappy with Dad's busy schedule. Although her tone was still gentle,
she sounded a little angry.

"It's okay, I'll protect my sister,"

Li Xiaolong suddenly blurted out with a childlike innocence, making his parents, who had been a little tense,
burst into laughter. Mom, who had been complaining about Dad, seemed less bothered by his absence.

But a vague unease began to creep into my heart. I really wanted Dad to come along,
because with him there, at least I could be sure Li Xiaolong wouldn't monopolize Mom's attention, and he wouldn't have a chance to get close to
her. But it all seemed like fate had ordained it; everything I didn't want to happen had happened.

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