The love story of a wealthy brother and sister

The waiter opened the door, and Chen Ying immediately smiled and said, "Mr. Lin has drunk too much, you take him back first."

"No, I didn't," Lin Jingran was getting drunk, and he shouted with red eyes. He quickly moved a chair and sat behind An Yishang, muttering with a smile, "I haven't had a drink with Yishang for a long time, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Jingran, there is a long way to go," An Yishang held down the red wine bottle and sighed with some embarrassment, "I drank too much today, it's bad for my health."

"Injury to the body?" Lin Jingran repeated, and suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly, "Injury to the body is nothing."

——He felt his heart was broken.

Lin Yingci suddenly stood up and walked towards him, saying gently, "Do we have to drink to reminisce about the past?"

She stood in front of him and gently helped him up, "You drank too much today, go back and rest first."

Lin Jingran let her help him up - he had no way of refusing Lin Yingci, and soon Li Ziming also came to help him up.

"Please, send my brother back to rest first," she looked at Li Ziming again, "Thank you for your hard work."

"No." Li Ziming shook his head gently. Lin Jingran said nothing, but just listened quietly to her voice and her name. He couldn't tell what he felt, he just felt like he was almost out of breath.

The strange thing was that although he had drunk a lot of alcohol, he was unusually sober when he returned to the apartment. Li Ziming made him some tea and asked if he wanted to run a bath for him. Lin Jingran just found it funny and finally turned his gaze to the man who was busy around him: "You can go back. I'm not disabled."

Li Ziming was a little embarrassed, but he still bravely suggested: "How about we order takeout for you? I saw that your table in the box is clean." He hesitated and asked tentatively, "You didn't eat anything."

"No need," Lin Jingran couldn't help but smile, and looked at Li Ziming, "You go back, I'll be alone for a while."

Li Ziming left very tactfully, and Lin Jingran also lay heavily on the sofa.

Finally he saw her again. She was still so beautiful, and her light was still so strong. He was like a moth, unconsciously attracted by her light, even if it meant hitting a wall or burning to ashes...

He had confirmed it over and over again in his heart: love is really innate.

But after today, he finally accepted the fact that... their relationship was very stable, and in the future... maybe they would get engaged, get married, and have children. How would he cope with the situation then?

Lin Jingran suddenly sat up and hugged his head in great pain, only to find that tears had already fallen. He couldn't help but start to recall what had happened and why two people who obviously loved each other so much became strangers.

He really began to review the past seriously. He thought that it was a misunderstanding at the beginning, thinking that she was his biological sister, but they reconciled later. He remembered that he went to New York again and again, often just to see her. He remembered the hardship and fatigue of the journey, and he also remembered the joy when he saw her - he would never forget that feeling.

I also remember that they were in a long-distance relationship for a long time and often fell asleep while video chatting. They were really happy at that time.

Lin Jingran couldn't figure it out, but suddenly he remembered that she was the first one to walk up to An Yishang, and then there were other girls around him.

So they separated.

He had been on and off, but he was always by her side.

He opened IG again and found some previously saved poems in his draft box - there was a period of time when he was always writing poems, of course for her.

The first sentence of one draft was "The moon is running towards me", and he immediately remembered everything about this poem -

The memories brought by this poem are all happiness and expectation, as well as the taste of cold soda on a hot summer day - they are all the past that they can never go back to, and are thus frozen in the poem: He wrote it in the underground parking lot of Pudong Airport. It was already very hot in early summer, and the car was unusually cool with the air conditioner on. He bought her favorite iced latte and tulips, and quietly waited for her plane to land, hoping that she would appear in front of him again and come back to him. Time passed by second by second, and the time until he saw her again was also getting closer and closer. He felt that happiness was about to burst through his brain. In his spare time, he opened his mobile phone and casually wrote those few sentences -

I didn’t expect to see these lines again, and things and people have changed;

He went to pick her up today as well - just like before, but the first thing she said when they met was that she called him brother;

She has someone better than him around her;

So today he started writing sporadically again:

I hate her because she will never be mine again;

I look up to her because she is my moon.