Lin Wantang came home from work and found a three or four-year-old boy sitting on the sofa.
The child, wearing Cheng Yan's large T-shirt, raised her head and called her: "Wan Tang."
She stared at the miniature version of Cheng Yan's face and was silent for a long time.
——Her roommate, who was taciturn and didn't like to go out, became smaller.
From then on, her life had a little tail: she bought him small slippers and a toothbrush, took him to get a haircut, he would hold her clothes when crossing the road, and he would step on a small stool to teach her how to add salt when cooking noodles.
She thought she was just raising a child.
Until one day he called me "Sister-in-law" through the door.
Lin Wantang:?
The tips of his red ears: ... Don't listen to his nonsense.
Very well written, keep it up