Six-year-old Xia Zilin poked the smooth little face of several-month-old Mu Yu, turned around and said to the two young women who were chatting happily in the garden: "Sister, you look like you are having fun."
The two young women looked at Mu Yu, whose fleshy little mouth was foaming, glaring and waving his arms, smiling brightly.
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Five-year-old Mu Yu chased ten-year-old Xia Zilin around the living room and said, "Zilin, let's play a game. I want to be the bride."
Xia Zilin turned around and hugged Mu Yu, who was coming towards her, with a look of helplessness: "My sister is a girl, and Yu'er will marry a boy as her bride."
"I don't think so. They are not as beautiful as my sister." Mu Yu turned his head and said to a young woman in the living room, "Aunt Chu, I want to be Zi Lin's bride."
The two young women looked at Zi Lin, who had taut eyebrows but infinite doting in his eyes, and smiled gracefully.
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Twelve-year-old Mu Yu, on that thunderstorm day, watched seventeen-year-old Zi Lin helplessly standing in front of the gravesites of Uncle Xia and Aunt Chu, crumbling. She stepped forward and held Zi Lin's hand, raised her head and said, "Zilin, I will accompany you from now on."
Zi Lin lowered his head and looked at Mu Yu's determined face, and tears that had been held back for a long time rushed out of his eyes. At that moment, Zi Lin finally couldn't bear the pain of losing his parents, and fell to his knees, hugging Mu Yu, and cried endlessly.
Eighteen-year-old Mu Yu looked at 23-year-old Xia Zilin in the golden sunlight gap under the banyan tree and said, "Zilin, I like you, it seems to be love..."