[I came back from working next door and am in the stage of progress in writing. I want to finish writing the snow ceremony (bow)]
❄️Fake bones/male secret love/childhood sweethearts/long-lasting love/reunion after a long absence
❄️High intelligence, calmness and restraint, hot nerd×broken, gloomy, paranoid and scheming dog
When Ying Xue was twelve years old, the day after her parents divorced and she was sentenced to a hot chicken father, there was an aunt in the family and a cheap brother Yi Li who was three years younger than her.
Ying Xue was not familiar with that family, so she just regarded them as strangers living under the same roof.
After entering high school, Ying Xue vowed not to go home unless absolutely necessary.
Apart from the familiar quarrels and scoldings, Ying Xue's life seemed to have not changed much.
Until she was about to go to college in another province and determined never to come back, her cheap brother Yi Li, who had always been taciturn, gave her a crumpled piece of paper that read: "Ying Xue, be happy. I'm sorry."
Tsk. Hypocrisy.
Even if I write a light sorry in my hand, I don't even want to call my sister.
Ying Xue didn't take it seriously, put the note into her pocket, and left the cage that had trapped her for six years without looking back.
We met again three years later.
The aunt, who was about to be completely forgotten by Ying Xue in the corner of her memory, dragged Yi Li, who had just entered the freshman year, to kneel down at her door.
Like the mother Tuogu in a bloody drama, she is sad and irritating, crying and asking her, a social animal who is currently practicing, to take in the two capable adults: "Your father is dead and the mainstay of the family is gone. Your brother and I can only come to you..."
Ying Xue had a headache from crying and didn't want to listen anymore, so she locked the door until dawn.
But when she saw two people squatting on the left and right at the door the next day, Ying Xue's heart, which had been tempered to an iron wall, still softened an inch.
However, Ying Xue did not expect that human desires could be so endless.
She forgave the two of them for their shamelessness and began to treat them as relatives. However, they turned around and tried to "repay a favor with a grudge."
The stepmother made a surprising statement: "Xiaoxue, why don't we get closer and let your brother marry you..."
Ying Xue couldn't bear to listen and pulled Yi Li out of the door: "What aroused her?"
Who would have expected that the well-behaved and sensible young man would look at her paranoidly: "Ying Xue, do you know that from the first time I met you, I didn't want to be your brother."
Ying Xue frowned: "Why don't you two work together to set up a game for me? Are you going to destroy my family?"
Later it turned out that these two words were purely literal...
On the day when Yi Li married Ying Xue as he wished, Ying Xue sincerely looked back at Yi Li's glass bead-like eyes in front of a crowd of guests, and replied to the note that had not received a reply many years ago: "Congratulations to Mr. Yi for your wish coming true, I will always be happy."
The next day, Yi Li, who had been awake almost all night, looked at his sister who was very close to him on the pillow, feeling extremely happy in his heart.
The snow that he didn't dare to touch that year really came to his world.
"Xiaoxue Xiaoxue landed in my palm❄️"
Food Guide
①1v1 Male c he, the heroine takes her mother's surname and has no blood relationship with the hero. They are not on the same household registration book, and the stepmother did not apply for a marriage certificate with the heroine's father. The heroine lived on campus in middle and high school. She will not meet this group of people once in 800 years. After college, she will not go back to her biological father after breaking up.
There is no emotional line during the relationship. Fake bones, fake bones, any comments saying that it would be better if they were real bones or knocking on real bones are forbidden (emphasis again)
② Modern overhead, private buildings like mountains, practicing writing, cutting one's own legs, please don't be too strict.
③Slow-burning + micro-group portrait, from campus to city, the heroine is in a high position no matter when and where. I want to write a very, very gentle story - a cold outer shell, a gentle and delicate core. I hope the little angels will like it🥰 (2026.4.19, Late version and copywriting)
Intention: Don't let the thorns in front of you restrain your wings that should fly far away. You should be like a tit with long wings, always on the road.
