If you want to tell my story, it is a very long story. If you really want to tell it, you have to start from the time I was born. Because, as soon as I was born, I was tightly bound by fate to the person in the story.
Everyone in the courtyard knows when my parents passed away in a car accident, but I can barely remember it. I must have been fourteen years old at that time. Before that, our family was actually quite happy. Although no one, including me, saw it that way at the time, it was just because I was too naughty. We have four brothers. The eldest is the most promising and is very good at studying. The third is a good runner. The fourth still holds a milk bottle all day long when he is six years old. I am the one who gives the teacher the most headaches. I don't like to study and I am especially good at getting into trouble.
There was a reason why I got into trouble in the first place. It was not out of my nature. No one knows this. My eldest brother is a very good person and cares very much about his younger brothers. When he was my younger brother a long time ago, he was very protective of me. Later, when we had a third and fourth child, he still cared a lot. He helped the third child study and watched the fourth child drink milk. I don't need tutoring to study or drink milk. He has very little time to take care of me. But I swear my feelings for him didn't change at that time.