Jiang Li and I are people with a deep fate, we have no blood relationship between us, but we have been brothers and sisters for 17 years, and a family member for 17 years.

He was still young when I was born, and Jiang Li doted on me very much. According to Nanny Yunniang's recollection, when I was a little more than a year old, I began to sleep alone in the nursery room, often crying, that is, he took care of me with her every night until I fell asleep. Later, when I reached the age of going to school, Jiang Li treated me with the principle of "eldest brother is like father", which was very strict. He didn't seem to be very close to me except at home. At that time, he was better than me, and I was often suppressed by him to doubt myself, so I always felt that he rarely mentioned my sister in front of his friends, and he must have thought that I had lost his face.

On the other hand, it was me and Mr. Ann.

Mr. An was "kind" when he was a child, and he looked better than the average child, and I was willing to play with him since we got to know each other. He has a docile temper, and usually Jiang Li doesn't want to pay attention to me, so I go back to Mr. An. And no matter what Mr. An was doing at that time, as long as I came to him, he would drop everything to go crazy with me and make trouble with me. Even if I had a stubborn personality and caused some trouble, Mr. An took the initiative to stand up and be punished for me.

The image of Mr. Ann's 'angry little daughter-in-law' was so profound to me that when we reunited, his personality suddenly became cold and strong, and I was not used to it for a long time.

Years later, I woke up in the middle of the night again, looking at the sleeping face of the person next to my pillow, and I had to sigh a lot. During the years we were separated, God turned my Mr. Ann into a different kind of person, even in his sleep, he was domineering, but he thanked him for bringing him to me.

When I came back this time, I have been living in Xiyuan, where my family used to live with Jiang Li, as well as my father and mother, Yun Niang, and Uncle Geng.

In the villa area at the southern end of Linfu Road, it is the largest bungalow there. The duplex garden building is divided into two buildings in the southeast, one large and one next to each other, the red brick and stone structure of the western-style house has a "human" roof, the wall is tile gray, and there is a very spacious open-air terrace. The one on the south side has an attic and an open-air flower house, and the walls are covered with wisteria. The walls are covered with lilacs and jasmine, thick meadows, tall trees, and majestic sycamores. Even today, all kinds of modern river-view houses rise along the yellow soil of Linfu Road, and I believe that it can be called unique and chic in this piece of "King Kong cement".

When I was young, I was actually quite happy, and I was taken care of by someone from birth. My mother is hurt, my father is loving, and Jiang Li is petted, and I walk sideways everywhere.

My mother is the daughter of Jiangmen, with a prominent family background, and although my father came from a poor family, with his own ability, coupled with my mother's relationship with the He family, he is also politically prosperous. The year I was born, he was in the prime of life, and he was proud of his career, and often hugged me to the lacquer, smiling and saying that I was his lucky charm, and since he had me, everything went smoothly and his career rose step by step.

I was too young to be sensible, but I could tell he was really happy. When he reached middle age, he was still handsome and handsome, and he was full of energy, so he hugged his father's neck tightly and said coquettishly: "Daddy is happy, Ah Xi wants gifts, wants to go out to play, and eats a lot." ”

At that time, I had limited exposure to things, and I couldn't remember the names of snacks, snacks, fruits, vegetables, desserts, and delicacies. But as long as you like to eat, you have to eat until your small stomach can't hold up before you want to stop, and it is a veritable "snack".

My mother was afraid that I would have indigestion after eating too much, which would cause spleen and stomach discomfort in the long run, and that I would suffer from any diseases. You can eat it at any time, but you are not allowed to eat more, and the control is very strict. And every time I wanted to eat something, I asked the nanny to hold me, point to this and that in the "granary" that belonged only to me, and say that I wanted to eat as much as I wanted.

My mother said that I was like a little mouse, and that only the mouse was always chattering and eating. Jiang Li said that I was a rabbit, because my two front teeth were very big before the tooth change, and when I grabbed things and moved around with my mouth chewing, I was really like a white rabbit gnawing on a carrot. But no matter what, because I love to eat, and I can eat at any time, the Jiang family, the He family, and the other uncles and uncles in the compound have called me snacks for a long time. As long as I make a fuss, I will coax me to say a lot, a lot. It was like calling my name, and because of that, I had my first nickname in my life.

When my father saw me being coquettish, he would laugh and say hello. He threw me high and hugged me, hugged him tightly, and then called my mother and Jiang Li, and the family went out to dinner.

He knew that I liked the western restaurant at the ferry crossing the most, and loved the seafood and night market, as well as the aquarium. If you hold me, you will hold your mother and Jiang Li. And I always happily crawled mischievously from my father's arms to my mother's arms, and after a back and forth, I would quietly lie on my father's shoulder, and Jiang Li would look at each other with big eyes.

In the satisfying and comfortable evening time, we returned to our home as a family with the warm breeze and rippling ripples. The elongated shadow of the glow, the broad shoulders of my father, the happy smile of my mother, and Jiang Li's warm and tolerant eyes seem to be the happiest and most wanted to keep pictures in my long teenage years.

I thought that I would never lose these things in my life, and although my father always had to go to the study first to work every time he came home, as long as I went to him, he would hold me on his lap even if he was on business or talking to someone on the phone.

He held me in the palm of his hand, and everyone knew that he would say yes to whatever I wanted. And Jiang Li, he never told me that he was not my mother's child, and he never told me how much he missed. He misses his biological mother, he rebels and wants to fly high, but he has never made me think that he is a good son in front of his mother, a good brother who loves his sister the most, and he will never give up on me.

Ever since they packed up and left the house, I've often called them liars, but I also often think about the happy times when the four of us were there. I also thought that life should not be too full, and if it is too full, it will overflow. At that time, I had everything in my treasure chest, so my father took himself away and took Jiang Li away.

Mr. An often said that I screwed my chin, and the more I lived, the more I passed. I always refute the past categorically, but when it comes to dealing with my father, I think he is right. But he didn't know that I had tried to convince myself to think about his embarrassment from my father's point of view, but I failed.

The divorce of my parents is a hidden wound in my heart, because it completely tears apart my perception of the world and life. I used to be a princess standing on top of the castle, living without knowing how to suffer, and then in a second, I fell to the ground of reality.

I asked Mr. Ahn, "Do you know what that feels like?" ”

Mr. Ann shook his head apologetically at me.

"I can understand what you said, but I'm not you, and I can't empathize."

I looked at him, speechless.

In fact, when I think about it, I feel that Mr. An and I are a little sympathetic.

His parents died early when he was a child, he did not have a father's and mother's loving childhood, and he grew up alone, and I gained and then lost it.

Mr. An himself was very open to his own life experience, and he was a little gloating about my experience.

"I wish they owed you more."

"Why?"

He smiled, but never said anything.

Later I learned that it was Mr. Ann who made up for those debts. And he and I both know that we are truly close to each other until death.