Tai Yuan moved into the Wei family when he was fourteen years old. The first time he met Wei Shen was on the mahogany sofa in the living room. When the young man heard the movement, he didn't even raise his eyes. He just said "um" from his throat, which was in response to Wei Shizhou's words, "This is your brother Wei Shen."
At that time, she always felt that Wei Shen was like the old pine tree in the old house, cold and distant.
In the next three years, she grew up in his shadow, doing homework under the same lamp, eating the same piece of sophora flower cake, and falling asleep listening to the rustle of pen scratching paper from his door. She thought this was what family love should look like——
Until one rainy night, lightning lit up again, illuminating the paranoia surging in his eyes.
"But I don't want to be your brother."? He suddenly laughed, with a hint of madness in his laughter, but he was quickly restrained. He lowered his head and rested his forehead on the back of her hand. His breath was as hot as burning: "When you spin around in a white skirt, do you know what I am thinking?"
"You know what?"
"They call you Tai Yuan, but I just want to call you Yuanyuan, my Yuanyuan."
He wiped her wet hair, and suddenly paused when his fingertips brushed her earlobe. The syllables rolling out of his Adam's apple were surprisingly hot: "Yuanyuan, I love you."
This was the only time he lost control.
The old locust tree is in bloom again, and its snow-white petals fill the window lattice. Wei Shen found it more and more difficult for him to play the role of a good brother. Every move she made was like a thorny vine entangled in him, making him breathless.
Tai Yuan was also scared. She hid the names written and crossed out in the diary, but when he supported him after being drunk, she was held in his arms and smelled the scent of acacia flowers on her shirt - it was the same scent as on her pillow.
"We can't." He whispered in her ear, his voice shaking like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.
But the wind under the eaves knew that when he used the name of his brother to fend off all suitors, the possessiveness in his eyes had already crossed the line. When she thought of his well-jointed hands on countless late nights, her heartbeat had already betrayed the words "brother."
Tai Yuan said stubbornly
"Yes."
Maybe when the wind gets strong one day, the layer of paper will be blown open; or maybe, just half an inch away, we will guard the pine and locust trees under the eaves until the end of time.
Sophora japonica flowers fall all over the courtyard every year, like a secret between them that can never be told.
Intention: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa