The joy of youth is always accompanied by tears. Things that you didn't understand when you were young may be understood when you grow up, but how can you call it grown up?
After experiencing the death of her mother, she stayed at her uncle's house. The little brother from her uncle's house covered her ears with his hands and said, "Don't listen."
When she moved to a new place, her younger sister downstairs would always drag her around to play with Zhu Bajie or squat underground to draw. She said to her, "It's okay, little sister. Let's secretly miss our mother together."
Another little brother came downstairs. He was so cute and cute that he was bullied by his sister. He always had a silly smile and sometimes would hide and cry secretly. She touched his head and said, "You look better when you smile."
Ling Yuanyuan never thought that she would have such a big family, and she was very happy even if she lived the most ordinary life every day.
"Once upon a time there was a family where the eldest brother was Ling, the second brother was He Lao, the second sister was Ling Xiaosan, the fourth sister was Li Xiaosi..."
"Stop, stop, stop, He Ziqiu, you better shut up about the bad name you gave me."
"This is a new novel written by our third sister."
Ling Yuanyuan's face suddenly turned red.
-Ling Yuanyuan x He Ziqiu
My wife loves Ziqiu so much that she wrote a letter out of love. (Let's hang the copy first and then change it later)
Concept: Youth accompanies growth, and only through experience can one understand