Xiaoyu Tower

Early stage: Hakuri Kurokarine's Flower Girl X Gentle, Tolerant and Guiding Lover Later stage: Fishing type engineer X Mature type but occasionally crazy daddy type Reunion after a broken mirror The male and female protagonists are not related by blood The age difference is four years On the day when I really got to know Jiangtailou, the sky that had just returned to clear sky began to rain again, and the mist dispersed. Ling Weiyu was wearing a lotus-colored knee-length skirt. She was slightly startled when she looked at the familiar peach blossom eyes behind her stepmother. Jiang Tailou looked at the girl who looked like a lotus today and gently opened her pale pink and slightly moist lips, calling him: "Hello, brother." He then thought of the few drops of sweat on his undressed face when she held his clothes tight when he sent her home. He coughed lightly and said hello. Ling Weiyu couldn't figure out what the elder brother was thinking, so she simply stopped talking. ———— Ling Weiyu is not used to having two more people in the family. Her stepmother is a colleague of her father, and both of them are very busy. The only person she has the most contact with is this newly recognized brother, a top student at Jiangcheng University. He comes back one or two days a week. He is always gentle and polite, like a stranger. He had a regular schedule and would go for a run downstairs in the morning. When Ling Weiyu got up, her "brother" would hand her the prepared breakfast, which was always warm. As high school students, the only communication the two had was when Jiang Tailou taught her physics problems. In the beginning, it was just a topic Later it was tutoring Later, we had dinner together The last thing is the girl's stolen kiss She thought he didn't know —— After the college entrance examination, Ling Weiyu was admitted to Jiangcheng University as she wished. She pulled her brother into the closet willfully, and Jiang Tailou fainted. Is this a dream? Dr. Ling and his mother were just outside the door, hiding in the small closet. His sister's white hands, which were a little too white, grabbed his lapel. Due to the force, the blood color that had finally recovered returned to its previous state. Ling Weiyu watched him pull away her hand, held it in his hand and said, "I still have to eat some more donkey-hide gelatin." There was no blame, no question, no reason for concern, Ling Weiyu only felt that his hand was so hot. Smirking and intertwining in the uneven air She moved closer, took her little hand out of the big one, and said nothing, with a slightly sly and sweet voice, she just asked: "Brother, can I use your perfume?" Her eyes were like a pool of spring water, and he was about to drown in this pool of water. Ling Weiyu would always recall the years spent with Jiangtailou in Germany. Thinking of the night she secretly kissed her brother on a rainy day, the slight trembling between his eyebrows, her willfulness in the closet, and the confused and patient look on his face while sitting on Jiang Tailou. She thought, Jiangtailou, even if love disappears tonight, I will make you fall in love with me tomorrow. ———— When Ling Weiyu stood in front of him, he realized that everything he had done was like a mirror. Suddenly collapsed into ruins. She held the old polka-dot umbrella and said, "Brother Lou, I will only come if you miss me." Purpose: The desire of the soul is the prophet of destiny