Although he is an eight-year-old boy, he is extremely meticulous to this younger sister.

When she was young, Lin's father died in an accident, and Lin's mother, a gentle and weak woman, shouldered all the burdens and responsibilities of this family, she always wanted to give Lin Xunmo the best and make up for his father's love.

So even if he was obsessed with work and wanted to give him superior living materials, he didn't forget to take time out to accompany him. But the time she was able to spare to accompany him was still too little for eight-year-old Lin Xunmo.

Rong Zhiwei was proposed by Lin Xunmo on her own initiative, the child's idea is very simple, he just wants to have a family member and a sister, to be his playmate, and to bring him laughter and warmth.

The original idea changed qualitatively after a few years, perhaps Lin Xunmo didn't expect it at that time, but the big hand of fate tightly entangled the two people together and were inseparable.

In the quiet of the night, there is a small warm yellow night light in the dimly lit room, which emits a soft glow.

The two little ones on the bed sleep peacefully.

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In the blink of an eye, four years passed.

Rong Zhiwei, who is already six years old, is wearing a small white chiffon dress, and her black hair is not tied up and draped over her shoulders.

Sitting obediently on the lap of twelve-year-old Lin Xunmo, he lowered his head and looked at a booklet.

Twelve-year-old Lin Xunmo, the outline of his facial features has gradually become clear, and he looks extremely delicate.

He wears a short-sleeved white shirt on the top and a British cropped plaid bib underneath.

He sat on the sofa, holding the little Rong Zhiwei in his arms, looking at her serious little appearance, and the corners of his lips hooked up a shallow smile.

Ordinary boys are making trouble at this age, but Lin Xunmo was taught by Mother Lin very differently, and he already had the appearance of a little adult.

The summer afternoon sun shines through the window into the living room, adding a layer of gold to the room.

"Did my brother teach you?"

Rong Zhiwei looked a little distressed, frowned, and closed the booklet in her hand: "Eh, brother, why do you always have to memorize these poems?" ”

In four years, Rong Zhiwei has understood a lot of things, not only the teachings of Lin Mu and Lin Xunmo, but also her own understanding.

From not talking at the beginning, to talking less, to now being no different from a normal person.

The shadows and darkness in my heart are being dispelled little by little.

Maybe there is also a fledgling plot, in memory, this is the first time someone has been so good to herself, so she is defenseless against Mother Lin, who she calls her mother, and Lin Xunmo, who is called her brother.

It's incomprehensible and incredible, but it's a fact that can't be changed.

Two years ago, she would have dreamed of all this wonderful thing, but it was just a dream.

When I woke up from a dream, all I had was a dark and closed space and countless pains.

But now, it won't.

The beauty of what you have is very real.

"Because Weiwei wants to be a well-informed girl, so that my brother will like Weiwei more." Lin Xunmo preached seriously, but he was not very old but he was stunned.

"That..."Rong Zhiwei opened her mouth and hesitated: "Then I'll carry it." ”

Lin Xunmo nodded, and looked at her with a light smile: "Carry it." ”

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date, raising a glass to invite the bright moon, the three of the shadow chiefs, the moon is not relieved to drink, the shadow apprentice is with me, temporarily accompanied by the moon and the shadow, and the music must be spring." Rong Zhiwei took a breath and smoothly memorized all of these.

"Okay, I'll carry it to my brother before going to bed for the rest of the night."

Naturally, he reached out and stroked her head and rubbed her hair.

Rong Zhiwei nodded happily, and looked at Lin Xunmo with sparkling eyes: "Then Weiwei starts to memorize the next sentence, or does she memorize it together from the beginning?" ”

Lin Xunmo stretched out his hand and nodded her little head, and said with a smile: "What do you think, of course you are carrying it together." ”

"Hmph—" The little girl snorted softly, put the booklet she had closed in her hand aside, and leaned against the boy's chest.

The whole person nested in his arms, very comfortable.

After being silent for a while, as if he suddenly remembered something, he said loudly: "Brother." ”

"Huh?" Lin Xunmo picked up his book from his side, opened it and continued to read, letting her stay in his arms.

"Other children have fathers, why, we don't?" Rong Zhiwei asked.

Yes, after coming into this world and starting a new life, my mom and brother taught me a lot.

And sent her to kindergarten at the age of three, and Rong Zhiwei in kindergarten also met a few playmates and friends.

This is a life she never thought of before, and she never dared to hope for.

No one can understand how she came to these sixteen years, and perhaps she herself does not understand, the blank sixteen years are very long, but they are also very short.

Thinking back again, Rong Zhiwei looked at Lin Xunmo's hand flipping through the book, and gently looked up at him above, and there were dots of sadness in her beautiful eyes.

Lin Xunmo gently rested his chin on the head of the little man in his arms, and said, "Our father died unexpectedly not long after my brother was born. ”

"Death?" Rong Zhiwei asked puzzledly, what is the death of the dead.

"Well... It's death, and I went to another world, and my father is no longer in our world. Lin Xunmo explained.

Rong Zhiwei blinked her eyes: "I went to another world, don't you want us?" ”

"No, Mom said, Dad loves us very much, it's just that for some other reason, he can't stay in this world anymore, it's not that he doesn't want us anymore." Lin Xunmo put down the book in his hand and looked at Rong Zhiwei.

Those beautiful eyes, except for the sorrow of the stars, there is no too much sadness, maybe when his father died, he didn't understand anything, and he didn't have too many feelings, so he didn't have too much sadness.

However, in the end, it is impossible for two people who are connected by blood ties to have no heart and no emotion.

can see and feel a little sad about him, Rong Zhiwei sat upright, looked up at Lin Xunmo's side face, and comforted him: "It's okay brother, Weiwei is still here, Weiwei will always accompany my brother." ”

With that, I leaned over and kissed him on the face.

"Well, Weiwei wants to stay with her brother all the time."

Lin Xunmo smiled lightly and responded.

Those gloomy and sad emotions are gone.

Then he reached out and picked up Rong Zhiwei, got up from the sofa himself, and put her on the ground beside him: "Let's go, brother will take you out to play." ”

Rong Zhiwei took the initiative to reach out and hold his hand, which seems to have become a habit in the past four years.