In the winter of the 24th year of the Republic of China, six-year-old Jingtang was adopted by the Lin family.
The action of the adoptive mother wiping her hands told him: You are just a tool to "introduce a fetus", and you can be dismissed once you have a biological child.
He has been a transparent person in the Lin family for twelve years. When eating, he only eats the food in front of him, walks close to the wall, and takes medicine by himself when he has a fever. No one cares whether he lives or lives.
There was only one person who treated him as a human being.
Hengjun. The Lin family has been waiting for their daughter for eight years.
She called him "brother" for the first time, stuffed candy into his pocket, and drew a sun for him. She carried the broken bowl for him, cried for him, and felt pain for him. She hugged him and said, "You are my brother," and he believed her.
When he was eighteen years old, he found a jade note.
The adopted son Jingtang, remembering the love of raising him, gave him five taels of silver as a gift when he came of age, and he has been sincere.
Twelve years. Five taels.
He knelt in the loft, shaking. It turns out that he was never family in those years.
Hatred grows from the bones. He wanted revenge - to make her fall in love with him and destroy the Lin family's most precious thing.
But he forgot that she knew nothing.
She just looked at him with bright eyes and said:
"I don't care what is written on that piece of paper. All I know is that you are my brother. Mine."
From Gusu to Linjiang, from war to peace, from five taels of silver to a ring. It took him twenty-four years to finally live where she belonged.
The sweet-scented osmanthus blooms and withers, and blooms again after withering.
The two rings on her hand, one "Jing" and the other "Tang", are close together.
Just like their owners.
——"I don't care what is written on that piece of paper, I only know that you are my brother. Mine."
