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He obediently followed me, let me lead me, through the campus pathway, to the gate.

While waiting for the driver to pick him up, he said, "Vivian, I don't want to go to school anymore."

I turned my head to look at him, and I said, "Why?" So where do you want to go?

He said, "I want to go back to Tibet, to my tent."

I opened my mouth wide in surprise, and I said: don't be stupid, there are wolves out there, they will eat you.

He shook his head, and he said: Those wolves are better than the people here, except for you and your parents, I feel that everyone else is a bad person.

I took his hand and said, "If you don't go to school, I'll go to Tibet with you."

He looked at me with bright eyes, and he said, "Really? Vivian, are you going?

I nodded seriously, and I said: I also want to be friends with wolves, I don't know what it feels like.

He squeezed my hand and said, "It's what it feels like to be friends with me."

He didn't go back to Tibet in the end, he was just a child, a child whose fate was subjectively changed by my parents. Because of the gift, he got his home and parents, got the same living conditions as me, got the opportunity to enter an aristocratic primary school like me, and got everything that many children in Tibetan areas envied.

However, he was not happy. He also fell in love with painting, and our brushes, red and black, were the fastest to use, and the other colors were almost non-existent.

Because I love red, he loves black. He always liked to draw the eyes of wolves, and in the dark background, the two eyes of the wolves shone green.

Yu He said: Vivian, I hate those self-righteous children.

I said, "I don't like it either, but my parents want us to go to school."

Yu He said: The teacher looks at you differently than he looks at me.

I said, "Because we have parents, you are just an orphan."

It was 8 years old, and I had the most basic understanding of the world. Yu He's eyes dimmed again, and fell silent with the night. At my strong request, my parents specially made a bunk bed, Yu He slept on the top bunk, and I slept on the bottom bunk. My reasoning was that I was scared alone when my parents weren't home, and they agreed.

Yu He, not so much my brother, is more like a playmate that my parents specially arranged for me in order not to be lonely. Come to think of it this way, they actually love me.

When my parents went out, except for the driver who came to pick us up from school every day and the nanny who helped us cook and wash our clothes, the rest of the space was for the two of us.

Yu He said that this was his most relaxed and comfortable time.

I said, I think too.

Yu He said, when I have the strength, I will help you lift the spell.

I was puzzled, and I said: Yu He, what kind of spell?

Yu He said in a deep voice: I feel like you are imprisoned.

I was speechless, and my soul was deeply shaken.

That year, I was 10 years old and Yu He was 11 years old. Yu He is already a part of our family. When he was disobedient, his father would directly use family law and whip him severely, and would no longer care about his identity as an adopted son.

Yu He said that he endured all this for me. When I was in primary school, I was good at Chinese, so he handed in a blank paper in Chinese. I was bad at math, and he got a perfect score in math. He said that the reason why he got full marks was because he learned to come back and teach me.

His father smoked him because he didn't take his studies seriously. My father persuaded him bitterly, and he said: Yuhe, if you don't work hard now, what can you do in the future.

Yu He didn't care, he was silent in front of his father, but he said to me behind his back: I will definitely go back to Tibet in the future, and it will be the same whether I study or not.

Now that I think about it, Yu He's prodigal son status is a matter of nature. He is not grateful for everything that his parents have given him, because he does not need it himself.

We spent elementary school under the strange gaze of a group of kids, who only loved to play with me, and he followed me wherever I went, except for me to the bathroom. The teacher said, "Vivian, you can't always be with your brother.

I said, "Teacher, he is my talisman."

The teacher was puzzled, and the teacher said, "You can't always be together, boys and boys together, girls and girls play together."

I shook my head and I said: No, he's my brother.

The teacher was helpless and stopped persuading. When my parents came to school, the teacher called them into the office and talked for half an hour.

When I came out, my mother said to me, "Vivian, we just want you to be happy."

I asked: Mom, do you want Yuhe to be happy?

My mother was silent and said to me, "If you are happy, he will be happy."

I was 12 years old and Yu He was 13 years old. More and more, I felt that the reason why my parents let him stay with me was just to make me happy.

Yu He stood to the side, looking at me quietly, his skin had slowly turned white, the plateau red of his childhood gradually faded, his eyes were still so big and bright, his figure was twitched, and he became a handsome young man half a head taller than me.

Yu He likes to stroke my hair, and he said: Vivian, you are like a snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountain.

I smiled and asked him: What was that like?

He looked up at the place where Tibet was, and he said, "It is the holiest flower in the world."

Yu He is the same as me, love. When our parents were not at home, in addition to playing in the yard, the most things we did were to draw pictures and read books.

Yu He likes to watch the kind of dark series, and when I watch this, I always feel that his body is foggy, as if he will soon be shrouded in black air. Yu He said: Vivian, I will leave you one day.

I was puzzled, I asked: Yu He, why?

He said, "All that I have is yours now, but not again."

I asked: when did it start and no longer belong to me?

He said, "When I grow up."

By this time, we had both moved from elementary school to junior high school. His grades are still up and down, he is strong when I am weak, and he is weak when I am strong. I knew that he was studying purely to cooperate with me.

I was deeply liked by my classmates and teachers, and he was deeply spurned by my classmates and teachers. At that time, we took a fitting word from the book to describe it all: snobbery.

The first time Yu He learned to swear the people in the book, Yu He said: Fuck, what are they.

I thought it was funny, and I learned the following sentence: Fuck, they look down on people. Yu He, in my eyes, you are much more noble than them.

Yu He straightened his chest and said proudly: That's.

I knew that Yu He was a proud boy in his heart. When I entered junior high school, I was also deeply liked by my teachers and classmates, who didn't know that I was weird and abnormal in private, only Yuhe knew.

By that time, I had learned to smirk. My parents thought I was normal and no longer autistic, and it was time for Yuhe to leave me. At this time, we have all grown up and understood the difference between men and women. The way Yu He looked at me, there was always a fire, as if it was burning. Not only him, but several boys in the class all looked at me like this.

I know, they're in love with me. What I read in books is that a man is full of admiration for a woman, and that's it, like it's on fire.

One evening, my mother said to me: Vivian, Yu He has a talent for sports, we contacted a boarding school, and we are going to send Yu He there for professional training.

Yu He looked at me, and there was a sense of relief in his eyes. My eyes were red, and I said: Mom, don't, I don't want to be separated from Yuhe.

Yu He smiled, and he said: Mom, I'll go.

Mother touched Yu He's head with relief, and she said: Yu He, you are sensible.

Mom began to pack Yuhe's luggage, I took his hand, and I asked: Why do you agree?

He looked at me with a smile, his eyes bright, showing his white teeth, and he said, "Because, you are my sister."

I was puzzled, and I said: Yu He, what do you mean?

He imitated his mother to touch him. Touching my head, he said, "Vivian, you're going to be sensible, my brother is leaving."

From the age of 7 to the age of 14, 7 years of no guessing was frozen.

Yu He was soon sent to a school far away from home by his parents, and before leaving, I asked him: Yu He, do you still want to go back to Tibet?

He shook his head and said, "I want to learn to fly first, and then I'll take you back to Tibet."

When he said this, his eyes lit up again, like obsidian. I blushed and he smiled and stroked my hair. When he got up early the next day, he left with his parents without saying goodbye to me.

On the desk, there is a painting he painted. In the painting, there is a red heart and a black heart in series, and at that time, we have already understood the meaning of Cupid's arrow.

I carefully put the drawings away and locked them in my most beloved diary.

Our originally happy time was stranded like this, and for three whole years, Yuhe never came back.

From the age of 14 to 17, I changed from a girl to a girl, experienced menarche, understood the difference between men and women, and met a lot of friends. For Yu He's memory, it began to slowly dust.

At that time, I was already a bright girl like spring, her laughter was as clear as a clear spring, she liked to wear suspender jeans, cut her neat BOBO head, and her height had gone crazy to 165cm, day student, riding a bicycle home by herself after school every day, and a few women who talked and laughed with me.

Yu He and I have correspondence every month, and in the photos that Yu He sent with the letter, he already has the prototype of a masculine youth, he is getting taller and taller, probably a perennial training relationship, the whole person has become dark again, when he laughs, his teeth are still white, and the eyes in the photo can't see if there is still light.

In the letter, he said, "Vivian, you want to be happy.

I wrote back: I said, are you happy?

He replied again, a blank piece of paper with two glowing green eyes.

I sighed, no matter what, I was no longer the long-shadowed girl. I replied, and turned into a big sun, glowing orange hot.

He replied again, with only a big smile on it. We, since then, have been tired of even writing letters.

This is where the story of adolescence begins.

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