younger siblings,

Chen Zehan doesn't like his younger siblings, every time he adds a ding to the family, his mother is either busy taking care of his younger siblings, or cursing those aunts.

In short, younger siblings are not a good thing.

Seven-year-old Chen Zehan has always been unwavering in his convictions.

When Daddy brought the little Xixi over, Chen Zehan was busy reorganizing his ant army, "Hanhan, this is your Xixi sister." ”

Sister, can it be like this?

Chen Zehan sniffed hard, she had a medicinal fragrance on her body, it was the smell of her father, and her heart immediately became close.

The way a seven-year-old boy expresses his feelings is a bit peculiar:

"Xixi, here you go, this is the grasshopper I just caught."

"Sie, the freshly picked bird's egg, touched, it's still warm."

"Sie, my father went to coax my brother again, I really want to beat him!"

……

Fortunately, this younger sister is empathetic and unusually cooperative, and when he became an adult, Chen Zehan gradually realized how lucky he was.

"Well, grasshoppers can be used in medicine, so you have to study it carefully."

"Bird eggs, roasted bird eggs are delicious, let's go and ask the cook to cook them and eat them."

"If you want to beat it, you can beat it, anyway, are you my brother's."

But the little girl also has a time when she loses her temper:

"Xixi, why are you squatting and peeing......"

went to the school, Chen Zehan and Xixi no longer got along day and night, just learned a few words, and ran to Xixi to show off, "Xixi, look, look, Su Junxi and Chen Zehan." ”

The word was crooked, Su Junxi's eyes widened and he could only recognize one word, and the others were just five balls of ink, and he patted Chen Zehan's head perfunctorily, "Not bad, yes, I have to work harder in the future." ”

Now, he wrote a beautiful regular script, but he could no longer write that name, wandering thousands of times in his heart, and only dared to scratch his fingers in the palm of his hand. He was afraid that if he wrote it in black and white, the feelings that bloomed nowhere would make him embarrassed.

It has become a habit to love her and spoil her, and I don't know when the smart girl began to call his brother, but the brother who made a sound pushed him to the other side out of reach.

He shushed the cold and asked for warmth, and gave light playthings, she didn't move like a mountain, and he finally couldn't help but ask: "I have no guesses with you, don't you have a trace of me in your heart?" ”

She was silent, and from then on, she could only wait and see.

In order to reassure her, he began to linger in the flowers, smelling the fragrance of others, but looking for her scent, always choking on the fat powder in the house in the middle of the night, stumbling to her door, dementia is a night.

During the day, he was full of energy, and he was the uninhibited Chen Gongzi again.

If I could, I would do everything I could to call me by your name.

"Zehan, take care of yourself in the future."

You put on someone else's wedding dress and said what I dreamed of.

I have nothing.

PS: Well, it seems that I like to write about childhood sweethearts, and I'm ashamed.

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