There lived a brother and sister in Huaiyi Lane. They were so beautiful that even though they were not related by blood, one would believe that they were a family.
The daily life of Zhu Lixue, who was five years old at that time: being sent to kindergarten by her brother, being picked up from kindergarten by her brother, following her brother all day long, acting as his little tail.
Ten-year-old Zhu Linxi's daily routine: taking care of her younger sister as she grows up.
Aunts basking in the sun at the entrance of the alley watched the little brother and sister grow up day by day, and couldn't help but joke: "Xiao hope, you take such good care of your sister, be careful that little Li Xue will be picky when she grows up and won't be able to find a boyfriend."
Zhu Linxi was carrying a pink schoolbag, holding a bow hairpin she just bought in her hand, holding the little girl in one hand, and her voice was the clean and steady tone of a young boy: "If you can't find it, I will keep it."
The aunt listened happily at that time and thought it was a child's talk.
Years later, the brother and sister returned home to visit relatives.
The auntie who was basking in the sun turned into an old woman, and she recognized them immediately when she saw them.
"It's Xiao Xi, bringing your sister home?"
Zhu Linxi was tall and handsome, and more attractive than when she was young. "Grandma, Li Xue and I are married."
Grandma was stunned for a moment, her mind was confused. The next second she saw the girl, she smiled and said, "It's Xiao Lixue, coming home with your brother."
Zhu Lixue blinked, smiled and tried to explain patiently. The man beside her held her hand, bent down and said seriously to her grandma: "Grandma, I am Zhu Linxi."
"... Oh, Xiaoxi! You are back."
Zhu Linxi nodded, took the girl into his arms, and smiled slightly: "This is my wife, I will take her home to visit relatives."
Zhu Lixue secretly pinched the man's waist.
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On her eighteenth birthday, Zhu Lixue secretly wrote in her diary:
['Hugging is to make up for the heartbeat that the human right chest does not have.' I hugged my brother today, but I still can't be satisfied. I want all his heartbeats. I want him to belong to me only. I don't want him to be just my brother... Zhu Linxi, what should I do? ]
On her twentieth birthday, Zhu Lixue discovered that there were two more lines of handwriting at the bottom of the diary from two years ago that did not belong to her.
It was the handwriting that she knew so well that it was engraved in her heart, and it belonged to Zhu Linxi.
"Marry me."
"A brother can also be a husband."
Pseudo-orthopedic brother and sister/sister control
Intention: Love in the heart
