It's cold, it's dark.

Zhuohua didn't know where he was. She just felt the sound of water droplets falling in her ears, ticking. There was an inexplicable aroma lingering on the tip of her nose, which made her feel very familiar. It seems that on a certain road she once walked, it was full of such flowers. What kind of flower is this? It seemed that at the same moment as this question appeared, she gave her own answer.

Guidance, undead.

"You shouldn't have come." A voice seemed to whisper in her ear, "Well, get some sleep, wake up, and you'll be able to leave." ”

"Don't." She shouted inwardly. For some reason, her emotions began to become inexplicably fierce when that voice began to sound.

"I'll see you soon."

She was magically appeased.

Consciousness returns to chaos again.

"Zhuohua, Zhuohua, get up quickly, I said that we would go climbing the mountain together today, why are you still sleeping!" Zhan Shaoqing grabbed Zhuohua's arm and dragged her under the bed without stopping.

"Hey, don't drag, I'm up." Zhuohua sat up helplessly and looked at the initiator angrily. "Brother, brother?" She reached out and rubbed her eyes vigorously.

"Let's go!" Zhan Shaoqing raised his hand and gave Zhuohua a shock, "What are you doing?" ”

Zhuohua crawled up in a daze.

The air outside Kyoto seems to be better than the air inside Kyoto, and the warm sunlight shines on you, dispelling away the cold and humidity of the morning. The mountain was quiet, only the sound of birds chirping and the sound of them walking, which made people's hearts inexplicably calm.

Zhuohua remembered that this was when she was four years old, and Zhan Shaoqing heard out of nowhere that there were a lot of colorful mushrooms growing on the top of the mountain outside Kyoto, and he pulled her to climb the mountain.

In fact, it was just someone else teasing him, and there was not even a flower on the top of the mountain except grass. He was so disappointed. After coming down the mountain, Zhuohua fell seriously ill, and for this reason, Zhan Shaoqing was beaten by his uncle and aunt, and his buttocks were swollen for several weeks.

At this moment, she looked at the boy who was walking in front of her with great interest, and her heart was full of nostalgia. If only time had stood still forever.

"Brother, slow down." She shouted from behind.

"Got it, got it." Zhan Shaoqing promised in his mouth, but his pace was not slow at all. He silently calculated in his heart that he must pick the most beautiful colorful mushrooms on the mountain, and then pin them on Zhuohua's head, it must be particularly beautiful.

By the time the two of them climbed to the top of the mountain out of breath, they were already tired and sweating. Zhuohua lay on the ground, with a loveless face.

Zhan Shaoqing didn't look tired at all, but turned around several times with great interest, and after a long time, he finally gave up, walked back with a lost face, and sat next to Zhuohua.

"How can there be no colorful mushrooms?" Zhan Shaoqing held a small wooden stick and pulled the dirt on the ground with a disappointed expression.

Zhuohua pursed his lips, stretched out his hand and gently patted Zhan Shaoqing's shoulder, "It's okay, even if there are no colored mushrooms, but with you, my brother is much better looking than mushrooms." ”

Back then, after hearing Zhan Shaoqing's words, she gave Zhan Shaoqing a roll of her eyes, complaining that he dragged her to be stupid early in the morning and ruined her good dreams. That was what she regretted the most, because she lost her temper with her brother who had always loved her when she got up.

She looked at the silly Zhan Shaoqing, and her eyes were red.

"Hehe, my brother is not only good-looking, my brother can also protect you!" Zhan Shaoqing patted his chest and raised his head.

"Brother."

"Huh?" Zhan Shaoqing turned his head and saw Zhuohua's face full of tears, crying and laughing at himself. He panicked all of a sudden, "Hey, don't cry, either you hit me twice, or you ......"

The next words were all drowned in Zhuohua's embrace, and only the slight sentence remained, as if it was about to be blown away by the wind.

"I miss you."