Twin Flame

Dear sisters, enter with caution! Entertainment Circle Articles Many years later, Xu Muchun suddenly remembered that scene while facing the Pacific Ocean outside the floor-to-ceiling window in his mansion in Los Angeles. She later saw a bigger world and more expensive springs, but none made her feel more like the winter in Harbin in 1980 - it's so good to be alive, it's so good to protect someone, and it's so good to be her sister. The Pacific wind is warm and does not smell like frozen pears. Muchun put her hand on the glass and drew a winding river just like her sister had done before. But there was no frost on the glass, and her fingers left greasy fingerprints that were quickly evaporated by the sea breeze. She remembered the frozen pears her sister gave her once. She didn't eat it in the end, until her mother found it rotten in her cotton-padded coat pocket and called her a "waste", but her sister secretly buried the pear core under the locust tree in the courtyard and said, "Next year a pear tree will grow and bear two pears, one for you and one for me." Of course the pear tree didn't grow. But Muchun went to see the locust tree every winter, watching its branches stretching out in the snowy light, like countless pairs of hands waiting to be touched. She remembered what her sister said, "We have roots together, we can't help ourselves." She didn't understand it at that time, but now she understands - being together is not a curse, but a fate. They grow from the same stem, share nutrients, share secrets, share the same piece of ice and the same spring light. She thought of the birthmark in the storeroom, the leaf-shaped birthmark. Later, she saw her sister's back countless times, in the locker room, in the hot spring, and in front of the hospital's CT room. As my sister grew up, the birthmark changed from light blue to dark brown, like a real leaf going through the four seasons. She thought of her sister's tears, which had the sweet taste of frozen pears. Later, she tasted countless kinds of sweetness, including champagne, honey, and chocolate, but none of them broke her heart more than that taste. Outside the window, the waves of the Pacific Ocean are crashing on the shore. Muchun pressed her forehead against the glass, just like her sister had pressed against her shoulder. She said softly, "Sister, we are destined to be together in this life." Concept: Derived from reality but significantly modified