Lin Tian has known since he was a child that Gu Sinian, who lives next door, is not easy to mess with. A poisonous mouth, a cold face, and a lenient approach. He scolded her when she stayed up late to draw pictures, stopped her when she went out wearing a suspender belt, and made her face black even if she licked her fingers. But she never took it seriously. It was bad luck, and he was really good to her. Help her move, fight for her, and even lend her her network disk account. She always thought that this was her brother.
Until that summer vacation, she lived alone in a youth apartment and did the most sociopathic thing in her life. She hurriedly deleted all traces and asked him tremblingly if he had seen anything. There was silence on the other end of the dialog box for a long time, and he only replied with two words: No.
But he began to avoid her. He didn't reply to his messages, he didn't answer his phone calls, and he looked at her more and more wrongly. The relationship between the two fell to a freezing point, and they barely exchanged a few words until they came to Xicheng from Yangcheng to play. A week after Fa Xiao left, it rained heavily in Xicheng. Gu Sinian had just finished his internship and couldn't get a taxi, so he came to her apartment to take shelter from the rain. The community was flooded, so he stayed at her house for three days.
On the third day, she borrowed his computer for color grading and accidentally opened a folder called "Data Structure". Click to open her voice. Number of plays: 269 times.
Gu Sinian pushed the door open and came in. When he saw the screen in her hand, he froze in place.
Later he said: "I have only liked you since I was six years old. It has been thirteen years, how can you ask me to be your brother."
Later she found the diary he had written when he was ten years old, and there was a crooked line in it where she called me brother. Forget it, my brother is fine too. As long as I can always be by her side.
Only then did she realize that when some people call you sister, they have already promised her for the rest of their lives.
Purpose: Being loved is not because you are perfect, but because someone is willing to spend more than ten years standing behind you quietly, stubbornly, and without expecting anything in return. And when you finally looked back, he was still standing there.