Xiao Li came with his mother when he was five years old.

His mother was less than thirty years old and was a member of the garrison in the city. After Xinhai, the garrison and family members in the city were killed, he followed his mother to climb out of the pile of dead, looking at the blood-red sun at the head of the city wall, I don't understand how to change the sky, the Qing Kingdom said that it is gone.

His little sister, who was only a full moon, was also unfortunately killed, and a family happened to have a daughter of a few months and needed a wet nurse, so they took them in.

He looked at the young lady who was lying in his mother's arms and milking, and reached out to touch the young lady's face. His mother hurriedly stopped his hand and said, "It's not what it used to be, this will be our master in the future, it's not your sister, you are not allowed to touch it." ”

All of a sudden, the little master became a little minion, he half-understood, he didn't know why such a cute little sister couldn't touch, his unfortunate little sister was pink and cute, he liked to touch her little face, and there were still pits in the little fat hands.

Later, Xiao Li gradually understood that he was no longer the little master of the family, but the subordinate of others.

Anyone in this family can support him, to sweep the floor, to fetch water, to light the fire, he has never done these jobs, he was burned to his little hands by Mars, and he cried silently, his mother was busy taking care of Miss every day, and he couldn't take care of him at all, just like that, Miss gradually grew up, and shouted at him with open arms: "Brother, hug." ”

"I'm not your brother." He hugged Miss, nervously for fear of a bump, Miss Gege smiled, her little hands clapped, at that moment he thought of his little sister who died early, lost a little sister, and God came back to one, this is fate, right?

When the young lady was ten years old, he was already fifteen years old, and the half-grown boy was when he changed his voice, and he was also tall, and the wife said, "This is going to be a young man, and there is a difference between men and women, but you can't lead the young lady to run around, what is it like?" ”

He lowered his head to listen to his wife's lecture, and his mother nodded again and again: "Mrs. taught me." ”

Saying this, the young lady on the side quit: "I want my brother to play, I want my brother, I want my brother!" ”

Saying that, the young lady ran over, pulled his sleeve, and looked at him with a blank eye: "Brother, I'm going to pick lotus flowers." ”

There are a lot of lotus pods in the lake not far from home, and the young lady has long been thinking about asking Xiao Li to row a boat to take her to play.

"It's so dangerous to go to the lake, I'm still a half-grown child, and I don't have any energy to live, so I'm not allowed to go."

Mrs. had a dark face, Xiao Li didn't dare to speak, staring at her feet in embarrassment, and the young lady shook his arm and asked, "Go ahead." ”

In front of his wife, Xiao Li didn't say a word, but later he still couldn't resist the young lady, so he rowed to the lake and picked a lot of lotus pods and brought them back.

The young lady was very happy holding the lotus canopy, and the yard was full of laughter.

In the end, his wife found out about this and punished him for not eating.

His mother also twisted his ears and said: "Mrs. didn't ask you to go to the lake, that's for your sake, the lake is so dangerous, there are several drowned ghosts, and you are the only seedling left in our family, you are still so uneasy, how can I go underground and explain to you Ama in the future?" ”

He only whispered: "But Miss wants Lotus Peng, and I want to give him what Miss wants." ”

His mother was startled and covered his mouth: "My little ancestor, is this what you can say?" You are a subordinate, someone is the eldest lady, our mother and son are thanks to the kindness of the old lady, you can't have any ideas, that's a sin. ”

Xiao Li thought, that's my sister, my brother wants my sister to be happy, what kind of idea is this?

Xiao Li had no food to eat at night, and sat alone in the house in a daze.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the window a few times, and a delicate voice said, "Look what I have brought you to eat." ”

Xiao Li opened the door and saw the young lady standing at the door, holding a box in her hand: "This is the Western dim sum that my father bought for me, it's delicious, there are two pieces in total, I ate one, this is for you." ”

Miss raised her head, her eyes were bright, the ten-year-old child was gluttonous, but she could give half of the rare Western cake to herself, Xiao Li's eyes were moist, and she shook her head and said, "I don't eat it, you can eat it yourself." ”

The young lady couldn't help but say, pulled him into the house, opened the box, grabbed the cake and stuffed it into his mouth, and said as she stuffed it: "I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you!" ”

Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums. Living together for a long time, the two have no suspicion.

Xiao Li has read books himself, and knows that there is a feeling called childhood sweethearts, but he always remembers his duty, knowing that he is a subordinate and was taken in by the young lady's family, no matter what, he must suppress the idea that he shouldn't have, and always treat her as a sister, take care of her and love her, like loving his own eyes.

Later, she got married and married the young master of the Yuan family, the young master of the Yuan family studied in the foreign school, and his mother was filial piety, and he was a famous talent in the city, and he was also a talent.

Xiao Li is happy for Miss, sending the bride to the sedan chair is the business of her mother's brother, Miss has no brother, so he carries it.

When she was six years old, he never carried her on her back, and now she was on her shoulders, dressed in a red bridal dress, and dressed in a fragrant red hijab.

"Miss, you must be good." He meditated in his heart.

Putting the young lady on the sedan chair on his back, he was about to leave, but the young lady's hand suddenly shook his hand gently, and the young lady whispered, "Brother, I'm going now." ”

He thought, this is going, it's not life and death, why is Miss so sad.

The sedan chair got up, firecrackers rang out, and the sky was covered with red exploding confetti.

He suddenly felt that his shoulder seemed to be a little wet, and he reached out and touched it, it was indeed damp, could it be that the young lady was crying on his shoulder?

The young lady got married, and a week later, the uncle followed Zhang Dashuai away. In the era of warlord melee, life is like a mustard, Miss is worried all day long, he took on all the work of the family, guarding the door for Miss, and then Miss gave birth to a son, he hugged the big fat boy, happily closed his mouth, looked at the child's pink face, and suddenly thought, what would happen if this was my son?

He was astonished, knowing that this was wishful thinking, a thought that could not be had, and he tortured himself with an ascetic life every day, and from then on his days he only worked and worked, so that he was tired and spread out on the bed every day, and he got rid of that cranky heart.

His mother was no longer there, and the young lady advised him to marry as soon as possible, and not to cut off the incense of their family. He didn't want to get married, he was afraid that he would have to move out with his wife after getting married, and he might have his own children in the future, so he couldn't treat the little young master wholeheartedly, that was the child born to a woman he cherished the most in his heart, and he regarded him as a treasure.

Later, when the little master was five years old, his uncle came back once and lived at home for a month. Miss's happy face is always a bright smile, and she is really a talented and beautiful family.

He watched from afar, thinking to himself, what a good match the young lady and the aunt were.

Miss is the white moonlight when he wakes up at night, clear and cold, and he is willing to wait silently for the rest of his life.