Today, the little girl is a little rubbing, just enough to take advantage of this time to smoke a cigarette. Ever since she pretended not to have done so, she was satisfied with how often he smoked. She never asked him to do anything, she just let him do it willingly.

A short white sleeveless skirt that will be above the knees. A coffee-colored cloth bag with two books in his hand. In order to be beautiful, a girl's schoolbag can't be too full, and her theories always make him feel novel and irrefutable. She always dresses in a proper manner, never too fresh and eye-catching, which suits his taste. Naturally, he took the kettle she was carrying in her other hand, poked the cigarette butt in his hand on the trash can next to him, extinguished it, and threw it in.

She didn't tie her hair today, and the ends of her hair were still dripping with water.

Freshly washed hair? Why don't you wipe it off?

I'm late when I'm afraid you're in a hurry.

She didn't want to say that she got up early in the morning, but just rubbed in a trance in the water room for a long time.

Don't do this next time, it's easy to get a headache.

Well.

The little junior sister's well-behaved and obedient words made his heart that had been clenched slowly relax. He reached out and hugged her by his side, put down the empty kettle as he walked past the water room, and the two of them entered the third canteen together.

Although the senior brother didn't say anything, his dark circles betrayed him. I chose eight-treasure porridge, originally my staple food was not sweet, but today I specially asked the boss to dig two more spoonfuls of sugar to fill it.

The senior brother only ordered a bowl of preserved egg porridge.

They say that eating sweet food will make you feel better, but it doesn't seem to be of any use to me. I stirred the cooked dates and beans with a spoon, and I didn't have any appetite.

Don't you love sweets?

My brother found out that I had changed the recipe that had not changed for a hundred years.

Well, it's really hard to get used to.

My brother pushed his porridge over and changed my past.

If you don't fit in, don't force it.

He scooped a mouthful of eight-treasure porridge with a spoon into his mouth, and his brows furrowed tightly.

How much sugar do you put in this?

That, two or three scoops.

Forget it, you should continue to drink preserved egg porridge, you eat this way, it is easy to get diabetes.

I rarely want to laugh. It is estimated that it is a smiling expression on his face.

The senior brother pushed the porridge aside and motioned for me to eat it quickly.

Senior brother, I'll go buy you something else.

No, you're going to go to class. I didn't have classes in the morning, so I went back to sleep later.

He paused.

I didn't sleep well yesterday, and I didn't have much appetite.

If it were a normal day, I would have complained to him and warned him not to go on this trip in vain to eat with me. But today I can't say anything.

He didn't sleep well yesterday, did he stay in the hospital all night with Senior Sister Liu Yang?

Why is Senior Sister Liu Yang here?

When did they meet?

Why is Senior Sister Liu Yang in the hospital?

Do they ......

I have a jumble of questions, but I don't dare to ask any of them. In this love, I have never been the brave. I took a bold step, I had been wandering in my brother's world and dizzy, and at this moment, I was only left with a panicked heart.

Tuk tuk, the senior brother knocked on the table with his knuckles.

What's in a daze?

I was startled and looked up at my brother. The senior brother immediately changed his expression.

What's wrong? Under the weather? Stomach pain?

My expression betrayed me.

No, no, it's just that I get up late and have no appetite. I don't want to eat it.

My brother looked at me critically, and I avoided his gaze.

He looked up at his watch.

There's still some time, so why don't you go to the lake and sit for a while.

Well.

My brother took my hand, and with the other hand he held two portions of porridge that he had barely eaten on a plate. I walked behind him with the book in my arms, the sun was shining in my face, and I hid in the shadows behind my brother, calm, but also a little, humble.

The Yanming Lake is sparkling, and the shimmer of the morning glow reflects the surface of the lake like glass. My brother sat back on the bench, and I leaned forward to look at the fish swimming in the lake. His eyes fell far on the lake, his long deep arms rested on my back, and his fingers naturally stroked my long hair that had not yet dried, and my heart settled little by little.