The Seventh Year After My Sister Died

At the age of fifteen, Lin Mo from the countryside was adopted by the wealthy and powerful Bo family in City A. At the age of seventeen, Bo Mo, who was living under someone else's roof, died on a rainy night. I woke up again, penniless, walking on a strange street, knowing no one. In such a confused and helpless moment, Bo Mo could only think of his two nominal brothers. They are the true pride of heaven, and they are held in high esteem by all the stars. The eldest brother, Bo Sichen, took over the consortium at a young age and has a noble and cold temperament. The second brother, Bo Jinfeng, is unruly and free-spirited. Bo Mo had long known that he was not the same person as them. She only wanted to study hard and get into a good university, so she kept a distance from the two of them, and had no interaction with them until her death. It was pouring rain, and the curtain of rain was miserable. Bo Mo asked a passerby to borrow the phone. After thinking about it, he carefully dialed Bao Sichen's number. The phone rang for a long time and was not picked up until the second time. Afraid of disturbing him late at night, she was timid and her voice was unconsciously low: "Hey, brother." It was eerily quiet on the other end of the phone, not a sound at all. Bo Mo nervously plucked the water droplets from her hair, and said awkwardly and cautiously, "I can't find a home outside, and I have no money. Brother, can you... Lend me some money?" The sound of breaking glass came from the other end of the phone. It was harsh and sharp, and it was like breaking a long-dormant dream in the gloomy rainy night. … There is a widely circulated rumor in the celebrity circles of City A. The elder brother of the Bo family is still unmarried, and the younger brother is not close to women because he is protecting Bai Yueguang. Interested parties pieced together the portrait based on clues. She has long hair in a ponytail, wears the uniform of No. 1 Middle School in City A, has a gentle personality and likes Jasmine. Eh. Why does it sound so much like the... Sister of the Bo family who died long ago? … Perhaps due to experience, the two brothers' personalities have changed a lot seven years later. The eldest brother is no longer cold and unapproachable. He is gentle and polite. He will help her solve any difficulties and is extremely reliable. The second brother actually calmed down his arrogance and whispered to her every night to help her with her homework and was very patient. But Bo Mo knew that they were still not the same person. So after saving enough money to rent a house, she planned to sincerely thank her two brothers and leave the old house. Pushing open the door to her brothers' room, she suddenly found that the room was covered with photos of her and filled with her things, like a nest full of treasures. She backed away in surprise, only to run into the arms of the person behind her. … The cold restraint clung to the ankle bone. Bo Mo couldn't tell whose fingertips were gently rubbing it. It was extremely hot. With tears in her eyes, she could only tremble. The cold voice that fell on my ears from behind was extremely gentle. "My sister finally came home once. Now that she has grown up, do she want to leave her brother?" —— The cowardly, dull and honest sister vs. The mad dog brother who turned into a dank man after his sister died*2 Be cautious if you have high moral requirements for the male protagonist. Note: The adoption relationship was terminated after the death of the heroine. —— ★★Advance collection of "Your Wife Doesn't Want You Anymore" After being accused of being clingy and breaking up with her, Jian Nian ran away from home in anger, but ran into a truck head-on. When she woke up again seven years later, she was penniless, squatting on the roadside late at night and her eyes were dim from hunger. The down-and-out young lady had no choice but to endure the humiliation and dial her ex-boyfriend's number. ——Pretend to be an old classmate and borrow money from him. Fortunately, the ex-boyfriend of the man from science and engineering is old-fashioned and has not changed his number after seven years. When the call was connected, Jian Nian pinched her nose and made up random scenarios of misery: a gambling father, a sick mother, a domestically violent husband and a baby who couldn't be taken back. I only ask for 500 yuan from kindhearted people, and I will restore the Qin Dynasty one day and make him a general. There was always silence on the other end of the phone, no sound at all. Jian Nian thought it was a wrong call, or the call was accidentally connected late at night. "Hey, are you listening?" "Yeah." The rainy night was dim, and the familiar yet unfamiliar young man's voice passed through the dull microphone, hoarse, and slowly fell on his ears. He said, "Jian Nian, I'm listening." - When we meet again, the dull and taciturn young man in my memory has gone through time and has become a gentle, courteous and modest gentleman, his actions are dignified and elegant. Take her home to live temporarily, take care of her tenderly and properly, taking care of everything down to the smallest detail. A perfect mature man. It felt familiar yet strange to her. Jian Nian's anger slowly subsided. It had been so many years, and he probably didn't remember it. He couldn't remember when this short, annoying love started and why it ended. Only she remained childishly where she was. At the dinner table, Miss Jian lowered her head to eat and apologized calmly for the first time in her life: "Sorry, I was too ignorant before. I always wanted to rely on you and couldn't do anything by myself. I won't do it anymore." He slowly said that he had found a job during this period and rented a house, so he could move out after cleaning it up. She chuckled, "After all, we broke up. It's not appropriate to stay at your house and trouble you." When I spoke, the other side was very quiet and eerily silent. Jian Nian raised his eyes strangely, and suddenly met a pair of dark and gloomy eyes through the lenses. … The warm and slender knuckles covered the red eyes, gently wiped away the trembling tears, and then gently stroked the cold confinement of the ankle bones. In her frightened and trembling blur, the gentle and polite man slowly took off his glasses and chuckled. "I didn't hear what you just said clearly. Baby, say it again." — Purpose: Study hard and live seriously