Zhao Qingyu was woken up by a noisy sound, she slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was a white wall.

Her neck ached, and she slowly turned her head to the side to see a row of windows on the other side, in front of which was a red desk, and outside the window was a blue sky and poplar trees with flying leaves...... Top.

"It's ...... Hiss-"

Zhao Qingyu felt a pinprick-like pain in his mind first, and then slowly disappeared.

She sat up cautiously, and when she saw the scene around her more clearly, her heart was terrified.

This is clearly what her home looked like when she was in high school.

Although she had been away from this place for ten years, she could still dream about it occasionally in the dead of night.

How did she get here?

And when she was a sophomore, it was demolished.

Why is she still in ......

Is it dreaming again?

Zhao Qingyu felt a sigh in his heart, and immediately got up from the bed, and before he even had time to put on his shoes, his feet stepped on the gray cement floor, and a refreshing coolness came.

This real touch made Zhao Qingyu hesitate a little, is this really a dream?

She walked over to the desk, which had been given to her by a friend of her father's, and the lamp in the corner of the table was an old one, still a normal round-headed bulb.

Next to it was a large stack of textbooks and test papers, as well as a pen holder made of a can with pens, ballpoint pens and mechanical pencils.

Everything here is familiar and unfamiliar, illusory and real.

Zhao Qingyu took out a diary from those books at random, and there was no diary on it, but some ......

Lyrics.

Maybe give up to forget you.

I don't remember how long I haven't heard you again, and I told me your favorite story.

Later, we finally learned how to love.

I think I'll be lonely forever, for the rest of my life.

……

She turned the pages one by one, and for some reason, suddenly burst into tears.

"Sister, you're finally up."

A crisp voice sounded behind her, and Zhao Qingyu was so frightened that he almost threw out the lyric book in his hand.

She quickly turned her head, her eyes widening at the sight of someone standing in the doorway.

A handsome little boy with short hair and a small flat head was standing in the doorway, looking at her curiously.

"Sister, why do you have such a hellish expression?" The little boy scratched his skull, and then seemed to think of something, and continued with some grievances, "Sister, you have slept for a long time, I am so hungry ......"

Zhao Qingyu felt that he was probably really dreaming, his younger brother, who had never come back after running away from home seven years ago, had turned back to his childhood appearance, looking at himself with pure and innocent eyes.

She wanted to speak, but her throat was sore and swollen, as if she was blocked by something, she couldn't make a sound, everything in front of her eyes became blurred, only the lonely and resolute back of her brother that day, magnified, magnified, magnified in her mind.

"Sister, why are you crying......"

Zhao Qingyu heard her younger brother Zhao Qingfeng's nervous voice from far and near, her eyes were already blurred by tears, and a pair of hot little hands held her hands.

"Sister, don't cry, I, I'm not hungry......" Zhao Qingfeng's voice quickly became a trace of crying, and then he cried louder than Zhao Qingyu.

"Brother, brother......" Zhao Qingyu hugged his younger brother, whimpering and crying.

Zhao Qingfeng is not very old, but he is not young, he is exactly twelve years old this year, and suddenly saw his sister crying so sadly, his emotions were immediately infected, and he also cried together.

But the child's emotions came and went quickly, and after crying for a while, he raised his head and asked with a sob: "Sister, why are you crying?" Is it that the living expenses given by my father have been spent again? ”

After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhao Qingyu's hands that were tightly grasping his arms, and there were already a few red marks on them, just wanted to say that his sister's strength was too great, and his hands hurt so much, but Zhao Qingyu hugged him again, put his head on his head, and continued to cry bitterly.

Zhao Qingyu didn't think about it so much, she only knew that her brother was back, and this time, even if it was in a dream, she didn't want to lose him again.

In this way, I don't know how long I cried, Zhao Qingfeng's stomach rumbled, and the sound was so loud that Zhao Qingyu couldn't ignore it.

Zhao Qingyu had to let go of her brother slowly, but she didn't let go completely, she was afraid that as soon as she let go, her brother would disappear from her eyes.

Several times in her dreams, it was like this, and in the end she could only look at the resolute and cold back, screaming silently.

She grabbed her brother's thin little arm with one hand, wiped away her tears with the other, and looked her brother up and down more carefully.

The younger brother's immature facial features are very good-looking and exquisite, and he belongs to the type that can be noticed at a glance in the crowd.

It's just that the blue crewneck shirt on her body is very old, and she knows that this dress was bought by her mother at the town's supply and marketing cooperatives when her brother was in the fourth grade of elementary school.

At that time, I bought it quite big, and two years have passed, and my younger brother is still wearing it, but under the corners of the clothes, there is some wear.

This is really her younger brother Zhao Qingfeng, this time, he didn't leave her with that lonely and heartbroken back.

"Are you hungry?" Zhao Qingyu asked, his voice was already a little hoarse.

"Hmm......" Zhao Qingfeng nodded, then shook his head again, "It's okay, I'm not very hungry." ”

"Goo-goo-goo-"

His stomach rang out unseasonably, and his brother's face was a little unnatural.

"Poof—"

Zhao Qingyu couldn't help laughing, her younger brother has always been so cute.

She gently pinched the other party's little face, which was still slightly baby fat, and then took Zhao Qingfeng and walked out of the room together.

The kitchen is not very big, a very old red lacquered cupboard, when Zhao Qingyu still has memories, he was in his own home.

Underneath the cupboard is a double-door cabinet with grains such as flour, somen and rice, and above it is a small door made of a screen window, which is divided into two layers and holds utensils such as dishes and chopsticks.

On the other side is an old stove, but no one uses it anymore, and a new table is built next to it, with an old-fashioned double-burner gas stove, and on the other side, a granite table with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar and a cutting board.

If you smell it carefully, you can still smell a faint smell of oil smoke.

Zhao Qingyu stood in the kitchen, all this was strange and familiar, how many years ago, she was also standing here, cooking for herself and her younger brother every day.

"Sister?" Zhao Qingfeng saw her in a daze, and pulled her arm again.

"Ah, sister, I'll cook for you, you wait." Zhao Qingyu came back to her senses, looked around the kitchen, and found some plastic bags next to the cupboard, which contained green peppers, Chinese cabbage and tomatoes, and she found some tofu on a plate on the table.

After washing and chopping the vegetables, she was ready to cook on the fire.