Today, the book has been updated to 100,000 words, and I find it a very happy thing to see all my book friends interact with me every day.

I want to say to you, it's been a pleasure to have you with you along the way.

Companionship is the most affectionate confession, but longing is the most powerless waiting.

Many book friends asked me if the senior sister was real and whether she was with me.

I vaguely remember late at night two months ago, I accidentally saw a short article about a college sister on the Internet, the story was unremarkable, but my thoughts that had been silent for three years couldn't stop exploding.

I decided to write this one, a story about my senior sister.

That's right, the senior sister does come from the senior sister I miss deeply in my heart.

She once told me that all encounters in the world are reunions after a long absence.

This is also her personal signature back then.

I have always foolishly thought that my encounter with my senior sister is a reunion, and reunion is forever.

But I forgot that after a long absence, there will be a reunion.

It's a pity that my senior sister and I have been separated for three years, and the reunion has never begun.

We never know who inadvertently said goodbye to you and never saw you again.

I couldn't find her, so I could only pin my thoughts on the story.

The night before yesterday, I had a happy discussion with my book friends in the group, and they asked me if my senior sister was the same as in the book, and I told them that every time I wanted to hold her hand, she would throw me away arrogantly, but when she was sick, she held it very tightly.

By the time I finished saying this to them, my eyes were already red.

Missing is a sad emotion, but I have a hippie smile in the book.

There are too many regrets in life, but I hope to go through the book to a good end.

I was worried that I wouldn't have a chance to finish my sister's story, just as I was afraid that I wouldn't find her for the rest of my life.

Thank you all for the diamonds and recommendations in the past few days, I know you also want to see the end of "me" and my senior sister, as long as the book will live, I will continue to tell the story to the end.

I still have a crumpled piece of paper in my wallet, which is a poem I once wrote to my senior sister.

I am drunk and pity,

Love, resentment, hatred, and hatred.

The words of the book began to sound on the wine flute,

The sound of the piano is in my ears, and I can't sleep at night.

Senior sister, you said that all encounters in the world are reunions after a long absence, so what is your parting for?

Now, three years later, I found out.

You didn't come back as scheduled, and that's what parting is all about.