"Jing Yan, I'll pick you up tomorrow and dye my sister."

Jing Yan, who was leisurely watching TV, heard this. His face was stunned, and then he said, "Mom, I know." ”

Finally knew that she was back, she went to the United States for five years, and she didn't make a single phone call, did she think that no one cared about anything like her, just because my words hurt her back then, so she decided to give up, in this case, why come back

When I was born, Tao Youran came to my house, and my father said that she was the daughter of his best friend, because of some things, my friend died, and my mother abandoned her when she was born, and she was left in the hospital, if my father didn't find out in time, she didn't know which orphanage she would be in.

Dad doted on her so much that sometimes I felt like I was the one who was sent to this house.

When I was young, I was ignorant and felt that it was very unfair. Since I was 5 years old with memories, Tao Youran is still at home, like a little princess. Mom and Dad told me that this is the child of my uncle's family, but your uncle died before she was born, and she is very pitiful, take good care of her, you know. Xiaoyan, you can't bully her!

Dye sister is only a few hours younger than you, but you are still an older brother, Xiaoyan is so sensible, you must know how to be a good brother, how cute my sister is. You have to put your sister first.

Then my parents brought out a little girl. Slowly walked to my side.

I looked at this little girl, with pink skin, a cherry-like mouth, and hair that was different, but the hair of a 5-year-old child was already waist-high. Look fluttering like a fairy. Live like a little angel. does not have the same short hair as other children, and it will not affect her cuteness and beauty. Just glanced at it. I like this sister in my heart, and I think about how to treat her well in the future. Promise your parents.

Don't worry about anything, I'm sure I won't bully this sister.

At first, she was very timid, and she didn't talk to me much, she liked to be alone, and the nanny at home always wanted to hug her and coax it, but she always didn't let her hug.

It doesn't do what it doesn't like.

Although she is younger, she is much calmer than me, I like to play a lot of interesting games with other bear children, and she sweats every day, and she has never participated in us. I also wish she could play with me. I took good care of her, but she was willing to watch.

He always whispered to me: I don't like it. There you go.

I don't know how her character was developed, but she always learns to be an adult at a young age. But the good thing is calm, and the bad thing is that she is timid, and she is indeed timid and timid. Sometimes a loud roar suddenly appeared from behind her, and she would be frightened and pale. But don't be scared to cry.

Of course we went to the same kindergarten. I'm dyed's older brother. To always be by her side, to do the duty of an older brother, in the same class, one day there was a teacher in an art class, I felt bored, playing with myself, the other children too, but I dyed a child listened, listened very carefully. The teacher sees her as cute, and she loves art so much. Just teach her alone.

Since then, I have watched her take a sketchbook every day, and I have seen her draw a few pictures at the beginning, and it is indeed at the level of a child. Didn't pay much attention to her progress. But in the second year. That is, when we were both 6 years old. She hadn't seen colored pens or colored pencils or anything like that. Just holding a pencil. Drawing real sketches.

She is also really painting, all her mind is on it, and I am afraid that she is not safe, so I have to stay by her side, restrain my playful thoughts, silently accompany him, and watch her paint.

She is only 6 years old. The sketches are also very good, but she seems to draw the most by me, to be precise, all of them. It can also be said that he likes to draw me. Always when I am surprised, tear me a piece of sketch paper, needless to say that it must be me.

Sometimes it's me who eats with a grain of rice; Sometimes it's me who is sweating from playing; I was sleeping on my stomach; She painted until the day she flew to the United States five years ago and gave me the last one, and at the age of 18, she had already sketched to the point of being superb. On that last one, there is finally her. But in the painting, she was far away from me, and I always thought she had left me.

But that's the truth, it's really a departure from me

After sending her away, I stayed in her room for 5 days. I didn't eat or drink, I looked at the desk, the computer, the single bed. There is her shadow everywhere. Silently stared at her last sketch, then locked it into the box where it had been held for 12 years, and quietly fastened it.

It's obviously more than 4,000 sheets, and it's almost full, how can she just leave like this, without mercy