Yu He is an orphan brought back by his parents from distant Tibet. On the day I brought it home, I was 7 years old and Yu He was 8 years old.

He was black, thin, and had plateau red on his face, wearing a small dress that his parents had newly bought for him, and he looked like a skinny cat in a dragon robe, funny, funny, and nondescript.

There was a ferocity in his eyes, like a wolf that was about to show his sharp teeth at any time, and he was full of vigilance against the world. He didn't look cute at all, and his lips were thick as if he had been coated with wax, and he stood there, staring at me motionless. Such a gaze chilled my heart but was not timid, and I looked up at him proudly like a princess in the castle.

The first time we met, he and I almost tore like beasts. I don't like such a child, and his wildness is in a powerful contrast to my perverseness. This is what I crave but can't get, so I don't like him.

I pouted and said, "Mom, where did you pick up this wild child, I don't like him, let him go."

Mom hurriedly said, "Vivian, don't talk like that." In the future, you will call Brother Yuhe. In Tibet, he saved our lives.

When I was young, my parents had been in business for many years, running nationwide all the year round, and always brought some orphans home by chance, and after staying at my house for a while and getting familiar with the environment of urban life, my parents sent them to a large orphanage nearby, and went to see them on time every month, to be their parents, to contact families who were willing to adopt for them, to celebrate each child's birthday, and even to give them a birthday, I forgot my birthday unintentionally.

My parents are not mine alone, they are the parents of many people. My childhood was lonely and long, often wandering alone in a big house, accompanied only by temporary nannies hired by my parents. The long-term nanny doesn't stay long, except for my parents, no one can accept a child like me.

I hate the unknown children who have been adopted by their parents. The love that my parents gave me was less in itself, and because of their existence, there was even less. A lot of times, I'd rather I was an orphan so that at least my parents would be willing to look at me.

Yu He can't speak Mandarin, and his parents can only communicate with him in extremely simple Mandarin with body movements. He sat in the corner of the sofa with his head bent all the time, his eyes staring coldly at the fruit bowl on the table, not looking like he wanted to eat it, but like he wanted to swallow it in one gulp. That persistent gambling appearance made me feel a little ridiculous and a little pitiful.

Probably the excessive empathy of my parents led to me becoming an unsympathetic child. When I was a child, my favorite thing to play with was not Barbie dolls, but dissecting animal corpses. Parents say that children like me make them scared, and God knows how I could be this personality.

Mom grabbed an apple and handed it to him, he took it, looked at it hesitantly, and then began to gnaw on it as if he had a grudge against it.

Mom said: Yuhe has never gone to school, and I will send you to school when school starts.

Dad said: Yu He is an orphan and will stay in our house for a long time. Vivian, you have to get along with Yu He.

I turned to look at him, and his eyes were bright in the night, glowing like a wolf. I screamed and fell into my father's arms, and I said: I don't want to be friends with him, I'm afraid.

My father comforted me and said, "Yu He is actually very kind, Vivian, don't be afraid."

I have a vague premonition that Yu He and I will have an intersection. His presence made me feel different from other children.

He was a young man from the highlands, and his father said that he used to live next to wolves, and there was a kind of arrogance in his eyes, which made me frightened and curious.

I've loved red since I was a kid and I love everything blood-red, including blood-red blood.

My mother said that she and her father went to the border of Myanmar and came back pregnant with me, and that she must have been tainted with some evil spirit to give birth to a strange daughter like me.

When I was 7 years old, I was diagnosed with severe autism by the doctor, I don't like to go to school, I just have a crazy obsession with reading and drawing. The paintings I draw are incomprehensible to ordinary people, because I love to draw parts of the human body, the dialogue between the internal organs that I imagine, and the love between the heart and the liver that I imagine.

My drawing teacher said that I was an aggressive problem child. But he was willing to teach me because he thought I was weird but talented. However, every time I went to learn to draw, I was separated. The teacher said that what I drew would frighten other innocent children.

But Yu He is not afraid of my paintings, the paintings I paint are blood-red, and I love the blood-like red. While I was drawing, Yu He sat next to me, timidly and curiously watching me scribble on the paper.

My mother always likes to throw away my paintings, and she said, "It's so evil for children to always draw these."

I don't, I won't throw it. Yu He actually walked up and helped me grab it, I looked at him in surprise, he looked at me, then at my mother, and then said jerkily in Chinese: Auntie, painting, beautiful.

At that moment, I knew that he understood my loneliness. I smiled at him for the first time, and he smiled. I smiled and said to my mother: Is it okay to keep it, and is it okay not to throw it away?

That was the first time I showed friendship to Yuhe, and my mother was very happy to see this scene, and instantly because of the joy, she was extra kind, touched the heads of the two of us and said: From now on, you two are brothers and sisters, and you want to love each other, you know?

We looked at each other as if a contract had been formed in each other's bodies, and we became friendly in an instant. Thinking about it later, it was really a mistake for the mother to let the two troubled children stay together every day.

I began to ask Yu He to learn to speak Chinese, I said a word, he said a word, his pronunciation was jerky and wooden, every time he learned a sentence, I laughed unscrupulously. He didn't mind my ridicule and read it to me very seriously, I read it once, and he read it ten times.

I get a lot of joy from this simple dialogue, which my parents never expected. When I was 7 years old, the first time I heard me giggle, my parents were instantly relieved.

I didn't expect that two withdrawn teenagers would have spring when they collided together. In this way, with my consent, Yu He stayed in my home and was not sent to an orphanage. His father went through the adoption procedures and officially adopted him as his adopted son, changing his surname to Chen and Chen Yuhe.

When I was 8 years old, he began to change his tongue and call my parents Mom and Dad. We were sent by our parents to the same private aristocratic elementary school, and we were in the same class.

I sat at the front and he sat at the back. On my first day of school, I looked back at him and saw that he looked at me helplessly.

After school, he naturally came over and took me by the hand and dragged me to the school gate, ready to wait for the driver to drive us home.

At that time, we were all simple and pure children, except for comics and villain books, we had almost no contact with the outside world, and we did not understand the so-called boundaries between men and women. To me, Yuhe is genderless.

A few days later, a little girl asked me, "Vivian, is that your brother?"

I nodded, and she asked, "Vivian, are you twins?"

I shook my head, and she asked again, "Vivian, is he your own brother?"

I lost patience, but I was honest enough to tell the truth: he was an orphan adopted by my family.

These are the most honest words for me at the age of 8. When I said this, Yu He was lying on his small desk, using a pencil and not knowing what he was drawing.

Later, a boy snatched his drawings, and then laughed and said, "Haha, he is drawing Chen Wei'an."

After speaking, I raised my hand, and the paper had the appearance of me laughing with braids, although the painting style was childish and the strokes were simple, but it was clearly me, and even the color of the hairband on my head was the same as the one tied on my head.

The girl who asked me screamed: They are not brother and sister! Chen Yuhe is an orphan! It is an orphan adopted by Vivia Chen's family!

The boys in the back all coaxed, at the age of seven or eight, they had been eroded by those bubble dramas, and they insisted on saying the kind of "Chen Yuhe likes Chen Wei'an" and "Chen Yuhe is an orphan that no one wants".

I was dumbfounded, for the first time I felt that the human world was so hypocritical that I couldn't even have the right to be tolerated to tell the truth.

Yu He was injured, his eyes began to glow coldly again, and there was no temperature at all when he looked at me. He stood up and threw a punch to the boy who had robbed him of his drawing, and I realized how strong he was. As soon as the punch fell, blood erupted from the boy's nose.

He threw the door away in a huff, and most of the girls were shocked by this scene. When the teacher heard the news, he grabbed him, carried his clothes into the classroom, and asked about the situation. The teacher raised his hand and gave him a slap in the face. Sister-in-law { half -/-float = (.*) + raw - cannon fodder

The teacher said: If you beat people up in the future, you will stand outside and go to class!

I rushed over, and I said: Teacher, obviously he was wrong, he snatched Yu He's painting, scolded Yu He for being an orphan, and Yu He beat him!

The teacher's face changed instantly, and he said to me with a pleasant face: Vivian, the teacher knows who is right and who is wrong, so sit back in his seat obediently. Chen Yuhe, beating his classmates, punished standing in the corner of the wall in class, and was not allowed to sit all day!

I looked back frequently, looking at the lonely Yu He standing in the corner, the teacher told him to stand straight and straight, unable to rely on, unable to move, and kept that posture until the end of class.

Every time I looked back, he smiled at me. However, every time the teacher looked at him, his eyes would instantly switch to the murderous eyes of a wolf.

Finally after class, I went over to take his hand, and I said, "Yu He, let's go home."

The others began to taunt us unscrupulously that we were a little couple, Yu He's hand hesitated, I grabbed him, and I said: Go, go