On the afternoon when she was reborn in the third grade of elementary school, Song Xi stood on the threshold and saw the thin and small figure under the jujube tree.
That was the first day my sister was sent back to her hometown.
In her previous life, she rushed out and pointed at her and said, "Why are you here? This is not your home."
My sister stood under the jujube tree all afternoon, and no one asked her to come in.
She remembered that incident for many years.
This time, she knelt down and asked her name.
Then he took her hand and walked into the house.
Song Xi is not a good person, she is just a child who grew up in a "not seen" corner, and later turned into a sister who doesn't know how to love.
She wanted to try it again -
Be a person who saves my sister from standing under the jujube tree.
Even if you just bring her into the house and give her half a bed and a piece of candy.
Starting that afternoon.
Intention: Not all injuries can be forgiven, but they can be understood; not all relationships can be repeated, but they can be changed from this moment on.