The Little Sister I Picked Up Has Only Seven Days of Memory

After work, I found a young woman outside my front door.

She said she had a strange illness. She could only remember the last seven days, and after that, she’d forget who I was.

To make sure I wouldn’t forget her, she gave me her most precious possession: a plastic tie clip.

“Big Brother, it’s really hard. It can stop bullets.”

Later, someone offered fifty thousand yuan for her life.

Right in front of him, I tossed the money into a filthy ditch.

I’ve got two hands and two feet. Even if I have to haul bricks or pick up bottles, I can still support my little sister.

A kindly farmer uncle felt sorry for us and slaughtered one of his egg-laying hens to make us soup.

A-Qi ate until her mouth was shiny with grease, then said she wanted to marry me and Uncle when she grew up.

There are plenty of bad people in this world, but there are always people like Uncle, who shelter us from the wind and rain with their not-so-broad shoulders.

Don’t worry, A-Qi. No matter how many times you forget, I’ll tell you again and again:

I’m your big brother. In this life, the next, and every life after that.