Copywriting 1:
Because her parents are always busy, Ji Youan has been fostered at her aunt's house since she was one year old.
When he was three and a half years old, his aunt's family had a baby who was just one month old. Although he was still in his infancy, he was already very beautiful.
The aunt told her that was her brother.
But she didn't like this brother at all, because he always cried "Wow" for no reason. He cried most of the day, cried during the day and cried at night. He was really an annoying crybaby.
She hates crying children the most, huh!
When Ji Youan was eight years old, she moved back to her own home. Although her parents only came back to see her occasionally throughout the year, it felt good to not have a crybaby around her.
Life without adults is really unrestricted. Ji Youan can have fun with a group of friends every day.
However, one evening, it started to rain lightly.
Ji Youan came home sweating profusely and dirty from playing. There is still mud on the little face from playing a mud pit jumping game with my friends not long ago.
There was a pitiful little boy squatting at the door.
The little boy burst into tears when he saw her, "Sister, my brother beat me and kicked me out of the house."
Ji Youan had a painted face with a cold and indifferent expression, but in his mind he thought of the days when he lived alone at home. At the same time, the image of Shen Shenyan wearing shabby patched clothes and holding a job on the street appeared in his mind.
Sympathy arises spontaneously. Finally, she made up her mind to take him in.
Since then, there has been a silly child in the family.
Then one day, the younger brother of my aunt's family told her: "My brother beat me until I cried, and my mother said a few words, and then he ran away from home on his own initiative. He always said that my sister's house was very big and he wanted to live there."
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Copywriting 2:
For a long time afterwards, Ji Youan would always think of the day Shen Shenyan left.
The heavy snow in the sky, and the ceramic doll that fell to pieces.
★"I feel that nothing in this world can be as gentle as the way you treat me, and the so-called tenderness is always silent."
A story about sister-brother love. The younger brother is a cousin, not related by blood.
Age difference: 3 years. My younger brother is still a minor.
The eldest sister who is violent in the early stage and is quiet and reserved in the later stage × the good brother who always loves and dotes on his sister wholeheartedly.
Intention: May you eventually become your own sun and no longer need to rely on anyone else's light!