The memories are not over yet, He Yiran has become a girl in front of her, the baby fat on her cheeks has faded, and she has become a peugeot melon seed face, her shoulder-length hair is shiny like satin, but her expression is less innocent when she was young, and more forbearance and seriousness.

He Yiran was fifteen years old that year. The boys and girls who are in adolescence should have been more curious about each other because of the changes in their bodies, but Chen Hairong, who is one year older than He Yiran, suddenly kept his distance from her. Every morning when he went to school, he deliberately avoided He Yiran and went out early or late.

"Hairong, why have you been avoiding Ah Ran lately, haven't you...... What did she do that made you mind? Chen's mother initially speculated that He Yiran had a heart for her son, but she was refused, and there was a rift between the two. Chen Hairong shook his head blankly: "Ah Ran, she didn't do anything." Chen's mother became even more suspicious: "You two grew up together, and you used to wear a pair of pants ...... good" "Okay, Mom!" Chen Hairong said in shame: "After all, there is a difference between men and women!" We study in the same school, and we live under the same roof, and if we don't keep our distance, we will be gossiped about! Chen's mother thought for a moment and felt that what her son said was reasonable, so she didn't pursue the matter further.

It's not that simple. On Chinese New Year's Eve, He Yiran and a few friends went to the square to count down, this time she had to stay outside until the early hours of the morning or begged for a long time in front of Chen's mother, the Chen family has a curfew time for both of their children, and they must not go home more than nine o'clock in the evening. Before the arrival of this romantic festival, He Yiran also thought about asking Hairong together, but the girl's face was still too thin, and she swallowed back the words when she came to her mouth several times.

The square was already crowded with people, looking at the beating numbers on the big screen, He Yiran's mood became excited. "Ten, nine, eight, seven......" At the moment when the clock struck zero, the sky lit up with dazzling fireworks. Under the background of this romantic atmosphere, many couples around are kissing together, He Yiran's mind clearly appeared Hairong's face, the brother Hairong who used to treat himself as a sister and always protected her in front of her, is he also looking at the same sky as her at this moment? I want to see him right away and confide my feelings for him! This thought was about to move in He Yiran's heart, and he was about to hold it back. Maybe he likes himself too, maybe...... He Yiran picked up his mobile phone and dialed Hairong's number.

"Toot-toot-" rang several times in a row, but there was no answer. In the midst of the noisy vocals, He Yiran suddenly caught the familiar ringtone. It's him! He Yiran's heart was very excited, standing on tiptoe, following the sound, and the figure appeared in his sight. Could it be that this is "the crowd is looking for him thousands of times, but the person is in the dim light", and the person he was thinking about appeared in front of him, which should be the arrangement of fate. Walking through the crowd and finally coming behind him, He Yiran took a deep breath, patted the boy on the shoulder, and called, "Hairong! ”

The boy turned his face and saw that it was He Yiran, and his face showed a look of panic. "Y-Why are you here?" He had a strange expression and a twinkle in his eyes. Things didn't go in the direction He Yiran expected. It was only then that she noticed that there was a tall, shaved boy standing beside Hairong. He Yiran was stunned for two seconds, and replied with a twist: "I came with a friend, but I didn't expect you to be ...... too" Seeing that two cute blushes appeared on her face, the boy next to her suddenly let out a chuckle, as if mocking. "She's my sister." Hairong explained to the boy next to him. The boy nodded disapprenously: "You're going to send her home?" Hairong looked at the time, and his expression was a little hesitant: "Ah Ran, what about the friends who came with you?" He Yiran looked around, and his friends were no longer there: "I guess they all went back." "Then can you go home by yourself?" Hairong asked. "I ......," He Yiran moved his lips and couldn't speak. It's not a child again," the boy put one hand on Hairong's shoulder, "let's go." Looking at the backs of the two drifting apart, He Yiran stood stupidly in place, but Chen Hairong didn't look back at her.

After this day, the two had almost nothing to say, and the days they thought were calm were broken again. When He Yiran came home from school one day, he saw Chen's father and Hairong facing each other with swords and crossbows, and their foreheads were full of green tendons. "You wicked! What did you do? Lost all the face of our Chen family! Father Chen raised his hand, and a slap landed on Hairong's face, and clear fingerprints instantly appeared.

Hairong held his head high and glared at Father Chen: "This is all your prejudice!" I have listened to you in everything since I was a child, and I will not compromise on this only one thing! He Yiran rarely saw Hairong's reaction so violently, and he didn't know what was happening. Mother Chen wiped her tears on the side: "Hairong, why are you so sharp? Father Chen rolled up his sleeves, raised his hand again, He Yiran didn't think about it and protected Hai Rong: "Uncle, don't beat him, if you have something to say." Father Chen's hand froze in mid-air, and slowly put it down: "We can't control you, we can't control ......"

The color of the picture gradually fades, and the surrounding environment becomes a hospital. Chen's mother, who was lying on the hospital bed, looked depressed, and Chen's father, who was sitting next to her, looked out the window in silence. "Mom, what's wrong with you?" Hairong appeared at the door of the ward and said with a nervous expression. Mother Chen asked in a weak voice, "Rongrong, didn't you promise to cut off contact with him when you go to college?" Hairong glanced at He Yiran, and she immediately lowered her head and looked at her toes. Rongrong, we are all for your good. Chen's mother took Hairong's hand, and tears welled up in her eyes. Hairong really couldn't bear his mother to worry about him, bit his pale lip, and said, "What do you have to do to make you feel at ease?" ”

Chen's mother exchanged glances with Chen's father, and at the same time looked at He Yiran: "Ah Ran, have you always liked Hairong?" He Yiran's face turned red instantly, but he didn't know why these two people turned the finger at him. Father Chen said with a pleasant face: "You are a child who grew up with the education of our Chen family, and we are most at ease with you." Tell your uncle well, do you like Hairong or not? He Yiran secretly looked at Hairong, but seeing the unbearable look on his face, he hesitated for a while, and finally nodded. That's good," Chen's mother took He Yiran's hand and put it on Hairong's hand, and patted it twice: "If you two children can come together, we will be at ease." Chen Hairong's hand trembled, but he still didn't pull it back after all.