No.

　　Perhaps my expectations and joy had already been worn away bit by bit.

　　On the 20th day of the twelfth lunar month, my parents came back with large and small bags.

　　She bought me a bag of candy.

　　I just opened it and took one, but my little brother came over and snatched the bag.

　　I held on tightly and didn't let go.

　　My mother said, "You're the older sister, give in to your little brother." "He won't eat yours, he's already tired of it." Sure enough, after my brother snatched it away, he ate one and threw the rest on the ground.

　　The reward that I waited for years turned out to be the leftover scraps that my younger brother didn't even bother to look at.

　　I also found a photo album in my mom's suitcase.

　　I thought it was a book for me.

　　But when I opened it, I saw pictures of my parents and my brother, happily cuddling together.

　　Ah, it was a family portrait.

　　A family portrait without me.

　　My mom bought me a red down jacket and couldn't wait for me to try it on.

　　The clothes were long, almost to my heels, and the sleeves were too long like those worn in opera performances.

　　My mom felt a bit embarrassed and said, "Wang Jie's daughter, who is also around eight years old, wears the right size.

　　Why haven't you grown?" Grandma happily tried on her own clothes and glanced at me, saying, "Children's clothes should be bought bigger so they can be worn for more years."

　　On New Year's Eve, I wore the new clothes with the sleeves rolled up to my arms and stumbled when crossing the threshold.

　　I hit my mouth and started bleeding.

　　Grandma immediately scolded, "You have no eyes on New Year's Eve.

　　Isn't it bad luck to see blood? Do you wish for me to die sooner?" My brother jumped up and laughed, "You're so dumb..." He confidently stepped over the threshold, squatted in front of me, and pointed at the blood on my face, laughing, "Dumb, dumb..." Mom smiled and looked at him, saying, "No one taught you.

　　Where did you learn those words?" Little Black had been sleeping in the corner all this time.

　　Suddenly, it rushed out, baring its teeth and barking at my brother.

　　My brother was scared and fell backward, hitting the back of his head on the threshold.

　　He cried with tears and snot streaming down.

　　Mom and Dad panicked and tried to comfort him, calling him their sweetheart.

　　My brother pointed at Little Black and cried, "Kill it, kill it!" I was frightened and quickly locked Little Black in the woodshed.

　　It didn't understand what it did wrong and kept barking.

　　On the eighth day of the lunar new year, several uncles came over to our house to drink with Dad.

　　Little Black smelled strangers and barked again.

　　My brother was scared and rushed into Mom's arms, crying.

　　Dad pointed at the woodshed and said with a smile, "This dog in our house is so annoying.

　　Let's catch it and cook a dog meat hotpot!"