There are two turning points in Jiang Xiaoqian's life.
The first one was when he was fourteen years old and was abandoned by his biological mother at the door of a neighbor's house.
The second one was when I was seventeen years old, I found myself falling in love with my neighbor's son.
The former gave her a home.
The latter puts her at risk of losing this home at any time.
Jiangxia. Her nominal brother.
His family doesn't have any money either. White porridge and pickles, a folding bed, and a work jacket that was washed white. If I have one more child, he will have to move from the room to the living room.
He pushed the meat and vegetables in front of her and held the umbrella over her head. At night, across the floor, she heard the creak of the folding bed when he turned over.
Jiang Xiaoqian couldn't tell at first whether it was gratitude or excitement.
Later she found out.
It's heartbeat.
But she didn't dare to say it.
Because his kindness to her was never because he liked her. Just because he is kind.
And Jiang Xiaoqian was just the recipient of this kindness.
So she swallowed back her love, called "brother" more and more smoothly, and suppressed all the thoughts she shouldn't have into the pillow.
Until that winter——
He was waiting for me after school at the school gate. His ears were red from the cold and he was holding the roasted sweet potato he bought for me.
"Brother, you don't have to be so nice to me."
He glanced at Jiang Xiaoqian and said in a low voice:
"Who wants to be your brother?"
Purpose: Learn the courage to love and be loved in your youth when you are dependent on others.