My Brother Three Hundred Pieces of Paper

Soft on the outside, strong on the inside, independent and calm, the daughter of a criminal x Duanfang, self-possessed, affectionate and restrained, the eldest son #pseudo-orthopaedics #non-bloodrelatives #criminal orphans #restraint pull #two-way rush #open H E ending # aristocratic family clan # # # # Slow but strong stamina She was the first to cross the threshold. He was the one who let her cross herself. She was the one who wrote "I want to go back" first. He was the one who set off the next day after receiving the letter. She was the one who said she would not marry first. He was the one who said "yes" first. Sixteen years, three steps. She stepped forward first, and he followed. She writes first and he responds. She defines it first and he accepts it. He had been waiting for her to say it. She had been waiting for him to come. When he was ten years old, Xianxue was sent to Cen's house with a celadon vase in his arms. The boy inside the door said: From now on, call me brother. On her first night in the house, she didn't eat. He brought a bowl of porridge with a note pressed on the bottom of the bowl - "It's sunny today." It's snowing outside. She kept forty-seven of them and lost none. He would come and leave every night, but he would always stand at the corner of the corridor until the snow buried his footprints flat. Later he said: I am your brother. She smiled: When did you become one? He blocked all the people who proposed marriage, burned the old files, and knelt for a whole hour to seal her mouth. He didn't send it to her on the day she left. Standing on the tower, holding a wooden hairpin engraved with snow patterns in his hand, his palms were bleeding. Six years later, Lin'an. He opened the window and stood in the rain. She said three words: Come in and drink. He walked for twenty-two days on the thirty-day journey. She had written the words "I want to go back" four years ago. Seven wooden hairpins, one for each year, all carved with snow. Three hundred notes, each one saying "It's sunny today". She had saved up her whole life. She won't marry him, and she won't leave. Not husband and wife, not brother and sister. He said yes. It wasn't snowing outside the window, but she knew it was sunny today. It took half a lifetime to confirm something, but only six words: you are here, and I am still here. ——My brother, three hundred pieces of paper. A letter written sixteen years ago. He finally received it. [Highlights of this article]: Narrative structure: two-line time and space mirroring Male protagonist: The shell of a respectable young master + the extremely introverted and dedicated personality The heroine: soft on the outside and young on the inside + has the right to make her own choices throughout the process, is not dependent, is not passive, and has her own independent background Male 2: Emotional bystander and life mirror, no love triangle conflicts, no bloody conflicts The direction of the work: Restraining literature and art, having a sense of atmosphere, being good at using blank spaces to describe emotions, and narrating images, without relying on bloody conflicts and relying on delicate pulling. [Possible Thunder Points]: The full text is relatively slow and steady; restraint and pulling are the main ways of expressing emotions. [Tip]: This article is suitable for reading in your spare time, which is more conducive to understanding the article. It's also suitable for reading during normal times📖 Finally, I hope that if you like it, you can support it, add collections and comments to give the work greater exposure, so that this work can find people who understand it. At the same time, I am very grateful to everyone for reading this work. I wish: a smooth life, good health, family harmony, abundant financial resources, and academic progress! 🫶🏻 Intention: Growth is not about becoming stronger, it is about daring to want. Love is not about possessing, it is about not leaving. Love does not require belonging, what matters is that you are there. Growth and love are not about one person pulling another person away, but about two people standing on their own shores and reaching out to each other at the same time. No one crossed the other's river, but they held hands in the middle of the river.