In the midsummer of the third grade of junior high school, Xu Zhi dragged her suitcase and moved into her stepfather's yard on Sifang Street with her mother, and finally met her brother, who was one year older than her, the stepfather's son who was rumored to be both good in character and academics.
At that time, the boy in the yard was sitting under the vine, holding half of the watermelon and eating it with a spoon. Kobe Bryant had just scored a goal in the NBA game on the sports channel on the TV, and the boy clapped and cheered.
With a "squeak" sound, the mottled iron door opened, and behind the gentle middle-aged man was a tall and long-legged boy.
Xu Zhi and Tang Yuze looked at each other for a moment and then turned away from each other. They sighed in their hearts that I will have a brother/sister in the future.
The uncle picked up his mother's luggage and they walked into the yard hand in hand. Xu Zhi's suitcase was dragged in by Tang Yuze.
Standing under the grape vines, a gust of wind blew up, lifting a corner of my mother's skirt. The sunflowers were in full bloom in the yard, and there was a sweetness of summer in the air.
