Meng Xingyun smiled and touched the little girl's head with his hand: "What's your name?"

"My name is Xiaolian. ”

"What's the last name?"

"I don't know...... My father passed away when I was very young, and my mother never told me what my father's last name was. After my mother remarried, she kept calling me Xiaolian. ”

"Then would you like to have the same surname as your brother?"

The little girl nodded: "Yes, I don't know what my surname is anyway." ”

"That's good, from now on, your name will be: Meng Xiaolian, okay?"

The little girl rolled her black eyes and purred a few times: "Brother's surname, is it so good! Okay, I will be called Meng Xiaolian in the future." ”

Meng Xingyun took the bamboo basket in the little girl's hand and threw it away.

The little girl cried out, "Why are you so spoiled with things? I just have this decent belongings, picking up wild fruits, wild vegetables, wild mushrooms, etc., I have to rely on it, and if you throw it away, what will I use to support you in the future?"

Meng Xingyun burst out laughing, "You want to raise your brother? Let's go, my brother will take you to live in a big house, and you can eat a full stomach every day, okay?"

As soon as the girl heard Meng Xingyun say this, she quickly took a few steps back and looked at him vigilantly: "You, you, you, what are you going to do? It turns out that you want to take me to do that kind of thing! I won't go, no matter how poor my life is, I won't do anything to sell myself! You go, such a brother, I don't want it." Hmph!"

"Xiaolian, what do you say? Brother, how could I be like that? You misunderstood me. Meng Xingyun was really happy for this little girl in his heart, and he admired such stubbornness. made him even more determined to give her the belief of a good life.

The little girl hesitated and asked him, "You can't lie to me?"

Meng Xingyun nodded, stretched out his hand, took her, and walked out of the mountain.

It was also from this time that Meng Xingyun felt the need to buy some property in the world in case of emergency.

He took Meng Xiaolian to buy a yard, opened a rouge shop, and invited a private school gentleman to Xiaolian to teach her to read and write. Under the care of Meng Xingyun, Xiaolian gradually grew up. I also learned a lot of knowledge, and I was generous and beautiful.

When Xiaolian was eighteen years old, Meng Xingyun reluctantly married this old girl. At that time, it was normal to marry at the age of sixteen, and at the age of eighteen, she was already an old girl that no one wanted. But Meng Xingyun is still reluctant, but after all, there is no way, Xiaolian is just a mortal, and she must have the life that a mortal should have.

With a big business, Mengxingyun's rouge shop has opened all over the country, just like the current chain store. Such a sales model, at that time, was very, very good, and only he could do it.

Therefore, I found a man who was really good to Xiaolian and chose a good day, and with tears in my eyes, Mengxingyun held a wedding for Xiaolian that caused a sensation in the town. That scene was the grandest at that time, and people from all over the country came to join in the fun.

Although he was married to Xiaolian, in fact, the man lived in Xiaolian's house. And Meng Xingyun, after explaining everything, left.

That night, Xiaolian asked a question that Meng Xingyun couldn't answer, she said, "Brother, why have I grown up for so many years, but you haven't grown old." ”

Meng Xingyun was silent, and he didn't know how to answer.

"Brother, for so many years, you have been good to me, I know, I like you, I don't want to marry someone else, I want to marry you. ”

Xiaolian's words made Meng Xingyun realize that it was time for him to go.

On the night of Xiaolian's wedding, Meng Xingyun left an envelope and left quietly.

Xiaolian only saw the letter the next morning, and the letter said that as long as Xiaolian kept wearing the pendant that Meng Xingyun gave her around her neck, Meng Xingyun would know if she was doing well or not, and whether she was sad or not. If Xiaolian is in danger, Meng Xingyun will definitely come to help her.

Xiaolian took the letter and cried for a long time.

Since then, she has never seen her brother again.

Her life has been peaceful and peaceful, and she has lived an ordinary life. The family's business has always been smooth, and she has never bothered about it.

It's just that in the dead of night, Xiaolian will look at the pendant like a small stone around her neck and cry silently.

Her husband had many times asked her to get a better one, jade, gold. However, they were all rejected by Xiaolian. Unbeknownst to her husband, the pendant was a link between her and her brother.

Although, with a pendant, it's like having my brother by my side. And Meng Xingyun also said that as long as she wears a pendant, her brother can feel her joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

Forty-five years later, Xiaolian's husband died, and her children and grandchildren inherited the family business.

Five years later, Xiaolian died at the age of 68.

Before she died, her only wish was for her children and grandchildren to bury her and her pendant together.

The moment she closed her eyes, Meng Xingyun was by her side, and only Xiaolian could see it.

Meng Xingyun is still so young, and there is no change.

When Xiaolian was dying, she asked Meng Xingyun with a smile: "Brother, what have you been doing in my life?"

Meng Xingyun smiled and said, "I'm looking for someone......"

"Who's going to be, can you tell me?"

"Find my master......"

"Brother, have you ever loved me?"

Meng Xingyun smiled at Xiaolian: "You are my only sister. ”

"Brother, is it that when I'm old, you don't love me?"

"No, Xiaolian, you are as beautiful as you were when you were married at the age of eighteen. ”

"I don't believe it. ”

Meng Xingyun waved his hand, and Xiaolian saw the young self in the mirror.

She smiled and said to Meng Xingyun: "Brother, in this life, thank you......"

"Mother, mother, mother......" Xiaolian broke off the last breath in such happiness.

On the day of Xiaolian's burial, Meng Xingyun sat in front of her tombstone for a long time with tears in her eyes. He didn't know if he had loved her, and he didn't know if it was love. All he knew was that he wanted to take care of her for the rest of his life.

Where Xiaolian couldn't see, Meng Xingyun would often look at her secretly. Sometimes, she is embroidering with a basket of thread. Sometimes, she sits in front of the window in a daze. Sometimes, she writes in her study. Every word is her longing for Mengxingyun. Meng Xingyun saw it in his eyes, but he couldn't do anything. can only watch silently, silently accompany her, and go through this life.

The coarse cloth handkerchief that Xiaolian once gave to Meng Xingyun has long since disappeared after the erosion of the years.

However, in Meng Xingyun's heart, the handkerchief is no longer a simple daily necessities, but a thought, a concern, and a touch that remains in the depths of his memory.

No matter how time passes, Mengxingyun's complex of liking to use handkerchiefs has never changed.