Faced with such a pure and transparent little girl, Lin Tian completely opened his heart.

Looking at the fresh Ling'er like a green bean seedling, Lin Tian put the diary in her hand.

"This is my brother's memory..."

"Memories forever. ”

Ling'er closed the notebook first, stared at the cover, and looked at it for a while.

The cover is hand-painted, it should have been painted by yourself, with a pink background, a boy, a girl.

The boy sits on an orange and the girl sits on a pale yellow lemon.

Two cartoon characters, two hands pressed together.

Overhead, four orange words: Happy Hour.

The font is childish, cartoonish, and cute.

Seeing this, Ling'er's heart was sour, and she said, "Brother, this is a girl's drawing, right?"

Ling'er had also learned to draw, and she could see at a glance that this brush was a girl's brushstroke.

The colors are warm, the lines are gentle, and the eyes are gentle, only girls would design this kind of cover.

"Yes..."

Lin Tian paused for a moment.

"Her name is Su Miaoge. ”

Lin Tian said the name 'Su Miaoge', and suddenly, his throat was stuffed, and he choked.

'Su Miaoge?'

Hearing this name, Ling'er's heart ached, and it hurt sourly.

Looking at the cover, the girl's hand was pressed on her brother's hand, and she suddenly felt that this cover was so dazzling that she didn't want to take another look.

'Heh... I knew that my brother was so handsome, there would definitely be a girl who had a crush......

This was obviously painted by her, and she deliberately put her hand on her brother's hand.

"I don't know, my brother doesn't pretend to have this girl in his heart..."

In Ling'er's heart, there was a wave in an instant, the girl's snack vinegar.

Ling'er quickly turned the next page.

On this page, there are only two lines:

Fallen leaves have no wings and the wind makes feathers, and birds have a home cloud to warm their nests.

In the upper right corner there are two flying birds and a cloud, both hand-drawn.

There is a clumsy leaf underneath, and there are a few breezes blowing from the side of the leaf.

Ling'er is smart, and only said:

"This bird and cloud must have been painted by Miss Miaoge, and this leaf must have been painted by you, brother?"

Lin Tian stroked Ling'er's long hair and pinched her earlobes again.

"Ling'er is so smart, you can see it at a glance. ”

"My brother is very clumsy, and he draws a little... Well... Unsightly. ”

Ling'er said: "My brother is a boy, so of course his methods should be rougher." ”

In Ling'er's heart, everything about her brother is perfect.

She didn't comment anymore, just pointed to the two lines and said:

"Why, every stroke of each word is a different color?"

"......" Lin Tian was suddenly stunned.

That period of youthful good times, like a short drama, is vivid and brilliant in front of me.

Su Miaoge and him read poetry and learn painting, two people a day, happy like two little squirrels, extremely intimate.

Su Miaoge always has endless tricks to create happiness for Lin Tian.

Two people paint together, and after painting, they have to learn from adults and write poems on the painting:

'Fallen leaves have no wings and the wind makes feathers, and the birds have a home cloud to warm the nest. ’

He also said a word to her.

When writing, Su Miaoge took out a double-color pen, one stroke at a time, and one stroke at a time.

Red and blue, alternately written.

Now, when I see these words again, the laughter of my youth, frolicking, is as vivid as yesterday.

It seems that Su Miaoge's smiling eyes have always been floating in front of her eyes.

Zhong Ling'er saw that Lin Tian was stunned and seemed to understand.

She quickly picked up the ballpoint pen, shook it in the air, and said:

"Brother, I know, it must be you and her, one by one, one by one?"

"Really?"

Lin Tian nodded slightly, his eyes were full of happy memories.

"I just said that Ling'er is very smart, no matter what, you can't hide it from Ling'er. ”

As he spoke, he gently grabbed Ling'er's pretty shoulder.

"Study hard, get into a good school, don't be like my brother, I don't even have a proud academic degree. ”

Ling'er shook her head and said, "Brother is handsome and kind, why should you care about that diploma?"

Lin Tian smiled bitterly.

Su Miaoge is a top student, and he is just a wage earner, he doesn't want to mention the disparity in his identity.

The reality is so cruel.

The two classes of people are an insurmountable chasm.

In Lin Tian's eyes, the trace of bitterness that flashed away was captured by Ling'er, who was as fine as silk.