Xiao Yuan’s room is still the same as before.

Their parents bought here when Xiao Yuan was five years old. The decoration style is filled with the little girl's dreamy colors, soft and warm.

Xiao Shi walked in, sat beside the bed covered with pink sheets, moved his eyes gently, and looked around the room.

Calm face, sad vision...

The expressions that shouldn't have been piled up together at this moment all fell on Xiao Shi in such a contradiction.

I don’t know how long I sat there. It was so long that Xiao Shi’s neck became stiff. He woke up from the sudden sound of firecrackers after he calmed outside for a long time.

Get up.

Xiao Shi "calmly" packed up some of Xiao Yuan's things.

Sudden……

Xiao Shi opened the drawer and moved his hands, and his eyes fell on an envelope with the words "Dear Brother, lightly opened."

He didn't move, and just watched it for a long time, until the corners of his mouth were tightened, and he frowned and took it out with complex emotions.

The font on the envelope is not a particularly beautiful font. Xiao Yuan, who has been in the hospital for many years since he was ten years old, often has no time or energy to practice writing.

She said that she would rather read more books when she had time to practice calligraphy.

Perhaps, because I can't learn, I'm more eager to learn...

Xiao Shi pulled out the letter paper inside and expanded it.

elder brother:

When you open this letter, I shouldn't be by your side anymore.

I'm very sad and don't want to say it, but I know that I think my brother is the same, so it's always much more comfortable to say it out loud than keeping it in my heart. Brother, do you think so?

hey-hey!

Well... very few people nowadays write letters, right?

If you have a mobile phone, you can chat with QQ, WeChat, and post on Weibo to write a story. Every place can record your life. Even text messages have been "eliminated". Such a long-standing way of conveying feelings has long been gone.

But now I want to write a letter to my brother.

Because it will not disappear because the phone is lost or replaced, and it will not be unable to feel the temperature because of the cold and hard text of the system.

I want to leave a letter to accompany my brother through the loneliness during my departure until there is a very nice and warm girl, my future sister-in-law, who will be with me and give me a new home.

...

Xiao Shi felt that his nose was sore and his eyes became blurred in an instant.

He looked at the traces of water dripping on the letter paper, and he could even think of Xiao Yuan as he smiled and shed tears while writing this letter.

...

Brother, I am really happy to be born in this family.

I still remember that my father works at the Construction Bureau and often goes to the acceptance site. He is often covered in dust and doesn’t look like a department cadre, so he comes to the school to pick me up. The children always think he is a migrant worker.

At that time, my little self-esteem was always hurt by my father's "sloppy" and was even angry with him.

My father hugged me and told me that migrant workers are just a job, and they are the same as their job. He said: Whether they are migrant workers or anyone who doesn’t seem to have a very decent job, only with them can we have a lot of infrastructure in the city and live in beautiful houses. We should not discriminate against anyone who works with their own hands.

.

Although I didn’t understand at that time, I grew up and understood that in this family, I received the best education and understood more truths.

My mother is a junior high school English teacher.

When I was in elementary school, I was actually worried that my mother would be assigned to my class teacher in junior high school.

Unexpectedly, I didn’t have time to worry too much. When you were in junior high school, you were assigned to the class where your mother was the head teacher.

At that time, I secretly observed you!

However, my brother had good academic performance, and later I found that I observed that you had no preventive effect at all.

...

Xiao Shi smiled, but tears fell from the corner of his eyes.

How could he not remember?

At that time, the little girl would always secretly observe the "interaction" between him and her mother when she came home, and would occasionally tilt her little head and think about what she was thinking?

Occasionally, I pouted again, looking puzzled.

...

Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to go to the junior high school to be assigned to my mother’s class, so I could no longer be in school.

And such regrets were not until the accidental departure of my father and mother.

At that time, my crying affected my condition.

While you have to deal with your father and mother's funeral, you also have to go to school, and you also need to take care of me who is unstable... You must be very tired, right?!

...

Xiao Shi turned his head and his eyebrows were tightly furrowed. At that moment, he couldn't help but feel sad.

Yes, very tired!

He was in his second year of high school at that time.

Even if he doesn't do anything, he is very busy just in his studies.

He is not a genius, not a scholarly god... As a scholarly master, all his achievements require him to work harder than others to get them.

Just the week after his parents left, he often felt that he couldn't hold on.

However, when she saw Xiaoyuan, she was still so young and her parents were gone. What would she do if his brother fell down?

It was very tiring during that period, but it seemed that after that period, I was not so tiring.

Xiao Shi took a deep breath and continued to look at the letter written by Xiao Yuan.

I looked at it one by one, and the words at the end were getting uglier and uglier.

Xiao Shi knew very well that when he was in a state of grief and exhausted, his sister was holding on to every word.

There is no too rigorous logic in a letter, wherever you think of it.

Letter, I saw the last page.

...

Brother, I'm leaving, please feel sad.

Because I should be sadder.

I have my father and mom waiting for me and accompany me, and you... there is really only one person.

So, please just be sad and start your new life.

Whether it is architectural design or this home, please be free until the one who can form a new home with you appears in your life.

I think that my brother Xiao Yuan will definitely be a designer who can have his own personality like Aunt Jian Mo, who is unwilling to follow the trend and be imprisoned by the public's aesthetics in the future.

Brother, you can!

^

One "?" is in another line after a smiling face, without words, and you can see that the point has put a lot of effort into it.

Xiao Shi didn't know whether Xiao Yuan was trying to say something, so he didn't write it after the pen was dropped, or was he enduring something because of his body or thoughts?

But nothing?

At this moment, his heart seemed to be stabbed by a needle because of this point.

at last……

After this point, I didn't say anything, but just left the last sentence at a very low position.

[Brother, I love you! Sister: Xiao Yuan!]

Xiao Shi closed his eyes, tears were squeezed out like this, falling down on the letter paper, and while it was smudged, he fainted slightly from the words that were scratched by the water.

Xiao Shi gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and wanted to continue to feel his sister's breath, and wanted to read the letter again.
Chapter completed!