"We were born in the Xie family, which is not a big family. My mother gave birth to us five years ago, and my father was going abroad. My mother allowed him to take a child to raise. I lost my play at the age of 5 and gained loneliness..."
The Xie family's tall red walls and carved railing courtyard are immersed in the unique coolness and wealth of the aristocratic family.
Xie Yuanchen and Xie Yuanjin were born here. They share the same roots. When they were young, they used to laugh and run together in the courtyard. It's just that this companionship was too short-lived, and the world is not decided by children. The family arranged a piece of paper, and Xie Yuanchen, who was still young, went to a foreign country to be fostered, and they were separated for nine full years.
The year we parted, Xie Yuanjin was only five years old.
From then on, there were no more two small figures chasing each other in the huge Xie family house.
There is no shortage of fine clothes and food, surrounded by servants, and flowers and trees bloom and fall on time in the four seasons. The happiness that belongs to children has gone away with his brother.
For countless daylight afternoons, the huge courtyard was eerily quiet. The little Xie Yuanjin often squatted alone by the pool in the courtyard. Fingertips were playing with the cool water, and water dripped from between the fingers. His thin and small shadow was reflected in the pool water. There was no one around, only the sound of wind passing through the treetops.
He still doesn't understand what parting means, and he can't express his longing for her.
It's just that other children have the companionship that he doesn't have. When he wanted to laugh, there was no one to play with him; when he felt wronged, there was no "brother" he could rely on. After three years of going to and fro, and not seeing each other day by day, my brother's face in my memory is slowly covered with mist, and the empty space in my heart cannot be filled.
The cold water in the pool flowed over the back of his little hand again and again.
Young children still don't know what their fate will be in the future, they don't know what sinking is and what it means to become ashes.
"One sinks into the sea and the other returns to ashes, we look at the aurora together without being together"…
Intention: What the heart desires, gender is not a reason to trap a person
