Xiao Yicheng has lived a smooth life since he was a child, and everything comes naturally. There is naturally some luck. The main thing is that he is calm and prudent in doing things, and he is aboveboard and responsible. As the leader of a mercenary group, he thinks he is right He could live up to all the brothers who had gone through life and death, but he was the only one who failed to live up to his deputy captain Lin Shuang who had been with him for 8 years. Lin Shuang remembered a childhood promise for the rest of his life. It was not until he died that he whispered their childhood conversation, and it disappeared in the middle of the sentence and lost all life...
When Xiao Yicheng heard the conversation in Tongyan, he looked at Lin Shuang in shock, and wanted to tell Lin Shuang excitedly that he remembered, always remembered, that this was his first love... When he was a child, Lin Shuang was a little dumpling wrapped in a snow-white rabbit fur hooded cloak. Only the cute little face of Yuxue could be seen in the white fur. He was attracted at a glance, what a beautiful little girl!
Xiao Yicheng has misunderstood for so many years. He really never thought that Shuang'er was a boy. For a moment, he wanted to explain, saying that he remembered, that he had looked for him, and wanted to say a lot... But Lin Shuang couldn't hear it anymore. Xiao Yicheng continued to say the rest of the childish promise alone: My name is Xiao Yicheng, and I will marry you when I grow up. Are you willing? Brother will take you out to have a lot of fun and delicious food, and will not let others bully you. Xiaotuanzi smiled: OK, I am willing to follow my brother.
Xiao Yicheng hated himself for being blind at this moment. He had never felt such strong regret and unwillingness to do anything in his heart. He didn't want Lin Shuang to die so sadly, and he didn't want his Lin Shuang to be alone. He wanted to accompany him...
After being reborn and returned to the past, Xiao Yicheng was extremely excited. This time he must hold Lin Shuang's hand tightly and never separate again...
Intention: A short essay about practicing writing, which is purely fictitious.
