In 1998, she had the strangest memory of the world——
"Sister, please sing for us." She rubbed her sleepy brows, the sweat on her forehead was oppressed by the August temperature, and she still couldn't fall asleep even though she was feeling sleepy.
The eldest sister stretched out her hand to support the old rusty fan that could not be fixed, moved it a little closer to her and the second brother, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and began to change her voice to sing "Duqing", which has been very popular recently.
"Sister, I'm not hot, please move more over to my little sister." The pungent mosquito scent wafted over, and the second brother pinched his nose and smiled innocently.
The eldest sister touched his head, fanned him gently with a thin quilt cover, and continued singing.
Until the sound of her and her second brother's steady and orderly breathing came, the eldest sister suddenly raised her head and stared closely at the closed door. She could no longer suppress her emotions, burst into tears and sobbed softly.
They won't be back tonight, she thought.
...
This is a warm and cruel scene in her childhood, an insignificant night in her life.
Lin Yu had not yet appeared in her life at that time.
In fact, this is a mediocre life. Fortunately, "I" is "my" most loyal companion.