>My father's eyes never stopped for me. He always holds his three-year-old brother, who can write poems, like a rare pearl. "Zijian is as smart as me." His father's laughter made the book tremble slightly. After memorizing the difficult policy, all I got was "fair".
>But the child always clung to me, holding my sleeves with his fingers covered in sugar: "Brother taught me to write." Under the candlelight, I held his little hand pen and watched his eyelashes cast shadows like butterfly wings.
>After he finished reciting "Guan Ju", he begged for candy and smiled at me with sparkling sugar sprinkles on the corner of his mouth.
>I wiped away the sweet stain for him and brushed the corners of his soft mouth with my fingertips. The cold thorn in my heart is quietly melting in the warm icing sugar——
>Knowingly drinking poison to quench thirst.
Conception:.