Happy Life [Rebirth]

My romance novel outline was not written that night.

The magazines I bought were Cute Girls and Fireflies and Flower Season and Rainy Season. I read these kinds of magazines some time ago in my previous life.It was Gu Tingsheng who subscribed to a bunch of magazines, but he didn't pay attention when ordering them. In short, he read them as extracurricular books.

When the magazines were delivered to my home, these magazines were mixed with Manyou 100%, Reader’s Digest, Computer Weekly and Children’s Literature. The cover style of these Xiaoyan magazines was very "different" compared with the other magazines, which immediately attracted Gu Tingsheng and I. attention.

Gu Tingsheng and I took one to read, and it was quite interesting for me to read. Although almost every article is a routine, basically all stories about ordinary girls and schoolgirls, they are also read as fairy tales.

Gu Tingsheng was already a junior high school student at that time, and the hormones of the boys and girls in the class were eager to send out and hook up with each other every day, and it was the time when the cardamom girl's teenage love began to bloom.

Gu Tingsheng said to me: "Boys and girls at this age have already reached sexual maturity. Animals have a fixed estrus period every year, and humans start to estrus every day for the rest of their lives after sexual maturity."

Me: "Brother, I don't understand."

Gu Tingsheng nodded: "It's okay, you will understand when you grow up. Give me the magazine in your hand, don't read it!"

He asked me to give it to him, so I obediently gave it to him, but I didn't expect that Gu Tingsheng wouldn't let me read it, but he secretly stuffed it under the bed to read it when I fell asleep.

At that time, the two of us slept in one room and one bed, and we shared a bedroom.

Originally, I had my own room, but Gu Ting was afraid of thunder. It was the summer rainy season when he moved to this small western-style building after his grandmother died.

In this season, there is often no warning. The first moment is still sunny, and the next moment is covered with dark clouds, and thunder is heard one after another.

I was young at that time, and my heart was cold and hard, so I was very foolish and bold. I sat in front of the French windows in a daze without changing my expression even when there was thunder and lightning.

In the beginning, when Gu Tingsheng moved into this small villa, his attitude towards me was a polite, gentle and polite big brother Faner. In short, we lived in peace with each other and were never close.

In the first period of time, the two of us were so cold-hearted and polite, gentle and indifferent.Everyone's face is also passable.

After a long, long time, looking at each other in the past, it turns out that they are two little hedgehogs that have just given birth to thorns.

The thorns are still very soft and they already know how to stand up to protect themselves. They are all timid hedgehogs. They are neither willing nor dare to take the first step towards people easily when they hide in their nests.

That day was a Saturday and daytime when Gu Tingsheng moved into this small western-style building without going to school.

When the first thunder fell that day, he had already run all over the small building. After realizing that I was the only living thing in the room opposite him, he finally entered with trembling and uninvited.

Without saying a word, he opened the door and ran in. He threw himself on the bed and said politely, "Yang Lu, can I bother you for a while? I'll stay with you for a while."

I sat on the ground and turned to look at him. I didn't understand that he had come in and crawled on my bed. Why did he have the nerve to say sorry at this time? Gu Tingsheng was also obviously embarrassed. At that time, the smile on his face looked like he was crying.

When the second and third thunderstorms fell, Gu Tingsheng had already pulled up the quilt and rolled himself up into a ball, and he shouted: "You——you should close the curtains! And why don't you sit by the window? Scary to death!"

I looked out of the window, it was raining first, and the summer squalls hit the glass of the window. In an instant, I could no longer see the scenery outside the window clearly, only a layer of dense water curtain.

Gu Tingsheng threw off the quilt and jumped off the bed. He remembered to take off his slippers when he went to bed, but ran over with bare feet when he got out of bed.

I was only eight years old at the time, and I weighed less than [-] kilograms. There was only a handful of bones in my body. Gu Tingsheng opened his hands. He didn't hug me, but he "carried" me up.

Gu Tingsheng was scared at the time, and when I was picked up by him, he said in surprise, "Why are you so light?"

I didn't answer him, there was a sudden rain and strong wind outside the window, and a thunderstorm between the heavens and the earth seemed to shatter the earth - with a bang, I felt that the ground seemed to tremble as well, Gu Tingsheng directly said "Ah", and hugged me into his arms.

Looking back on 19 years, today is still like yesterday.

I still remember that he was wearing a short-sleeved navy shirt and a pair of khaki loose shorts, standing by the window with his knees and calves exposed and bare feet. There are a little bangs in front.

His hair is soft and smooth, black as ink, and his skin is cold and white.

He hugged me, and my back and the back of my head were pressed tightly with his hands. He was shaking and looked like he was about to cry.

My face was deformed and buried in his chest. The tip of my nose smelled of a faint lemon scent, which was the scent of shower gel that Gu Tingsheng was used to.

That day Gu Tingsheng personally broke his politeness and hugged me tightly like a child hugging his favorite big doll.After more than ten seconds from the thunder, he hugged me barefoot and climbed onto the bed, covered me with the quilt and shrank into the quilt without forgetting to wrap me in his arms.

The double bed was soft and clean, I was resisted by his whole body, and the voice was muffled in the dark: "I want to go out, let go."

Gu Tingsheng's whole body was rolled into a hollow ball, and I was embedded in the center of the ball. His head was buried in the hollow of my shoulder, and his mouth was next to my ear.

Gu Tingsheng said into my ear: "Yang Lu, thunder is so scary, my brother won't be afraid if he holds you."

I told Gu Tingsheng seriously: "I'm not afraid, can you let me out?"

Gu Tingsheng sniffed, and his voice was crying: "I——I'm afraid!"

From that day on, Gu Tingsheng was rude and rude to me once, and he was never polite to me again.It is because this summer is so long - the three-month thunderstorm season is too difficult for him, so he directly moved his quilt and pillow to my bed on his own initiative.

Man is a creature full of insatiable progress and inertia. After pillows and quilts, clothes, schoolbags, textbooks, and toy models are brought in.It was impossible to tell who owned the last bedroom. Gu Tingsheng moved himself in and never went back to the opposite room.

The year I ordered the magazine, Gu Tingsheng was doing homework at the desk. I took a nap and got up to fold the quilt. When I lifted the quilt, I accidentally lifted the bed sheet. The big-eyed cartoon girl on the cover of the two "Cute Girls" under the bed sheet looked at me. laugh.

I took out the book, thinking that Gu Tingsheng didn't dislike the sleeping pad under his body, so he turned around and called him, "Brother, why don't you put the book under the bed?"

Gu Tingsheng, who was lying at the desk scratching his head and writing a composition, stopped scratching his head. He has always written mathematics, physics, and chemistry in one go. Writing Chinese, especially composition, took half his life. His sitting posture is still correct, but his buttocks are always like sitting. It can't survive on the nail.

As soon as I yelled, Gu Tingsheng, whose buttocks had been grinding back and forth, sat still.

He didn't answer me, so I put the book on the bedside table and continued to fold the quilt. The quilt was half folded, Gu Tingsheng turned to me and said, "Xiao Lu, don't read too many romance novels, it will delay your study."

I picked up the two "Lovely Girls" from the bedside table and walked up to Gu Tingsheng, and handed them to him: "Brother, you didn't let me read them, so I didn't read them afterwards. You kept them under the bed."

Gu Tingsheng took the book, frowned, and suddenly realized: "I said, why do you feel so nervous when you sleep at night?"

I turned around to leave, but Gu Tingsheng pulled me back again, and told me righteously: "I ordered it for half a year, but I won't order it for the second half of the year. Boys can't read these books, understand?"

I thought about it: "The protagonists in the book are all in heat?"

Gu Tingsheng choked up when he heard it, and I asked again: "Brother, are you going to be in heat too?"

Gu Tingsheng choked up again: "Speak human words!"

I don't know why this is not a human language, obviously he told me that human beings are in heat every day after sexual maturity, if what I said is not a human language, it is because what Gu Tingsheng said was not a human language in the first place.

"Brother." I looked at Gu Tingsheng, "Are you going to talk about a girlfriend?"

"Don't talk about it!" Gu Tingsheng replied decisively, pulled me closer, rubbed my head and pushed me, "Continue to fold your quilt!"

After finishing the quilt that day, Gu Tingsheng was still writing his composition. He could write an [-]-character composition all afternoon. I saw that his back was turned to me, so I took out a copy of "Fireflies" and read two of them.

When I read it in my previous life, I thought it was quite interesting, and it was true if I didn’t understand it.

Looking at it in this life, I have a prototype of this kind of writing in my mind after reading it, but it is also very boring, I read too many books, and sometimes the values ​​are fixed too rigidly.

The novels that can be published in magazines are fair in terms of writing, but I don’t like those plots in terms of values.As people get older, especially people like me who have gone to shopping malls and fought interest battles, they can no longer understand the feelings in romance novels, and they always feel naive and ridiculous.

I always feel that the love described in the novel is too pure and infatuated.

When I started to write the outline on the table, I subconsciously wrote about a heroine who had been waiting for the heroine for 16 years. After I finished writing, I realized that what I wrote was like my own life.

How ridiculous is fiction.It turns out that the idiots who complain about men and women in reality are more exciting than novels.

Looking back on the two lives, I only loved one person in my life, and I love him even now as a human being in the next life. If it is innocent and affectionate, I don’t know if the rain that fell in the world was a tear that God shed for me.

This outline was completely rejected by me in the end, and it cannot be used. The average age of the heroes and heroines in the magazines I bought is no more than 16 years old. My protagonist started writing at the middle level of the company at the age of 25. The main content of the novel is her memories, recalling the one she has been secretly in love with all her life. people.

I think that magazine editors don't need to read the article, but they will pass the article when they see that the heroine is older than me.

The outline written in 10 minutes cannot be used, and then write the outline first in the book and set the settings, and set up five female characters in one go, from fourteen to one each, from the ordinary Cinderella type to the school girl Tsundere type. again.

After setting the female characters, I started to set the male characters. Looking back after writing the three, on the surface, the three settings are completely different, ranging from the iceberg devil to the gentle school grass, but the core is a boy with gentle and bright eyes.

After a closer look, it turns out that I once loved someone, and every male protagonist in the novels written since then is like him.

I had no choice but to adopt an extreme setting for the fourth male character, and directly wrote a handsome male character who lost his father and mother and was adopted since childhood. ——

I said why do I feel that this character is also very familiar, isn't this my character design!

I sighed, my heart was tired and my brain hurt, I thought it would be better to write an online serial, thinking about how male novels about stallion harem upgrading and fighting monsters are easier to write than romance novels.

So I began to recall the online novels I read in my previous life, and I only read a few of them, which were all excellent novels that were later made into movies.

The author's writing style is based on Jin Yong and Gu Long's online novels, which are like plain boiled water on the assembly line. I only remember reading a dozen chapters and then throwing them aside.

Let me write high-quality online novels. I also know that I don’t have that ability, so I can only think of the simplest way to upgrade and upgrade Xiaobai Xiuxian Wen.

This time it was fast. I lay down on the table and wrote an outline of the protagonist's cultivation of immortals, upgrading and fighting monsters. The dungeons followed one after the other. In ten minutes, the hero's setting and the first three dungeons were written.

After finishing the preliminary outline, Lin Shuzhen and Xia Chaobei came back from outside the room.

Wanwan was watching Cardcaptor Sakura after watching Conan, when she heard her parents calling, and then calling me: "Xiaolu, my parents are back."

I answered, and Wanwan was talking to Lin Shuzhen and Xia Chaobei outside the room. I stared at the outline I had written for male majors, and thought of the second question.

How to serialize online novels without a computer, if you have money, of course you can buy a computer to pull the network cable.

Nowadays, computers have not yet been fully popularized, and the price is not cheap.However, various forums and post bars on the Internet and the Internet have passed their initial prototypes, and it is very common for students to stay up late playing games in Internet cafes. Now it is in the growth period of the Internet.

At this time, most of the people who went in to get a share of the pie were the first batch of dividends in the Internet computer industry.

The problem is that I don't have the money to buy a computer, and if I had money, I wouldn't need to earn tuition by writing novels.

I shouldn't interfere with Lin Shuzhen and Xia Chaobei. According to their fate, they will become Jincheng food tycoons sooner or later.Although I think the Internet industry is a sunrise industry in the future, I don’t understand the Internet, I only understand investment, and investment requires money. Lin Shuzhen and Xia Chaobei sell wontons to invest in the Internet...

"Little Lu!"

Xia Wanwan rushed into the bedroom, she came over and I was in a daze, thinking how Lin Shuzhen and Xia Chaobei reached the pinnacle of life by selling wontons, they are really inspirational models in life.

In the end, Xia Wanwan gave her a bear hug from behind. Wanwan's breasts had begun to develop and were a little swollen. I was speechless under the pressure of her chest, and reached out to push her shoulder: "Sister, don't hug people casually. Your chest is on my head."

After 1 minute, I covered my head, and Xia Wanwan patted my head several times. She folded her arms and looked at me vigilantly: "Xiaolu, you went to help at the parents' stand, why didn't you call me! Especially disrespectful, you know!"

"You're not at home, where can I call you?"

When Xia Wanwan heard this, she sat on the bed with her face in her hands and sat on the bed with a sad face: "Well, then you and I go to the parents' stall every day to help, what should I do with my homework, if it is at eight o'clock Afterwards, Conan and Sakura won't be able to see...Xiaolu, what should I do?"

I thought to myself that you don't have to watch cartoons, but considering that Wanwan is only 14 years old, not allowing her to watch cartoons is already very demanding, so I asked Wanwan, "How much homework can you write in the two self-study sessions in the afternoon?"

Wan Wan curled her lips: "Two self-study sessions and the third session were divided among several teachers, and only the fourth self-study session can be used for homework."

As soon as I heard it, I had no choice but to sincerely suggest: "Then you can do your homework at home and watch animation. It's okay if you don't need to help."

"Are you still going?" Wanwan asked me.

I nodded: "I plan to stay at the stall between six o'clock and eight o'clock every day. It's too busy at that time, and my parents can't be busy."

Wanwan raised her voice: "You've already gone, how dare I stay at home as a big sister... I, I will stop watching animation at worst."

After she finished speaking, she jumped out of bed and told Lin Shuzhen and Xia Chaobei that she was going to help, but was criticized by Lin Shuzhen and Xia Chaobei, telling her to study hard and not worry about it.

By the way, I was also told that I should eat and rest at home. It was originally a matter of being tired during the development period and not growing tall. This is a lifetime thing.

I was poked at the pain point, and I didn't speak on the face. I packed my schoolbag before going to bed, and put the book for writing the outline of the novel and two magazines into the schoolbag.

Now that I have revisited the course of the first year of high school, I studied science in my previous life, and I am still considering the choice of arts and sciences in this life.In fact, I am not suitable for science, and I have no talent or interest in mathematics, physics and chemistry. In my previous life, I only chose science because Gu Tingsheng studied science.

Now it's time to buy the textbook for the second year of high school for review. I am hesitating whether to buy the textbook for the second year of high school to buy politics, history and geography or study physics and chemistry as in the previous life.After much deliberation, I decided to give myself a chance, I want to study liberal arts, I want to live for myself once.

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I arrived at the school the next day. In the first Chinese class, the teacher taught ancient prose on it, and I continued to write the outline of male majoring in immortal prose. Although I temporarily gave up the idea of ​​writing online texts, I still used two classes to write This outline is finished.

There was an episode in the first class. The Chinese teacher and other teachers never had the same attitude towards me. The teachers of other subjects completely let me go, including homework.

Only the Chinese teacher had a very subtle attitude towards me. She saw me immersed in writing in this class, so she came to me and was lecturing on Ten Chapters of Analects of Confucius in the textbook.

When she came to me, she bowed her head and called me: "Yang Lu, the homework assigned yesterday was to recite the full text of the Analects of Confucius, you can recite it now."

Fortunately, the Chinese textbook for the first grade of junior high school was placed on the table. I opened it according to the catalog and turned to the Analects of Confucius page. I slowly stood up and looked at it quickly with my head down. Did you take it home yesterday?"

I closed the book and started to recite it from the first one. When I finished the recitation, it should be the full text. The Chinese teacher sighed. I heard that she was very unwilling to let me sit down.

After I sat down, she walked and said meaningfully: "Some students, don't ignore the teacher just because you are a little smart. Teacher, I have been eating for many years. What kind of smart student I haven't seen it before. There used to be a student who skipped a grade at the age of eleven or twelve in the No. [-] Middle School. Because of his young age, he didn't listen to the class well, and he didn't know what he was doing in class. Did you know what happened to him later?"

There was a boy in the class who gave the Chinese teacher a lot of face: "What happened afterwards?"

The Chinese teacher said: "Later, I failed the senior high school entrance examination and entered our high school, so I re-entered the third grade of junior high school. A certain student in our class also didn't listen to the lectures in class, and I didn't know what nonsense he was writing, so we should take this as a warning. "

As a classmate, I lowered my head and turned to the next page of the book, and began to write the outline of a romance novel.

Then I don’t know who is in the class, I am not familiar with the classmates in the class, they think I am too young, and I never take the initiative to interact with them.

A boy said: "Teacher, did you know that Yang Lu scored 570 and [-] points in the senior high school entrance examination paper last year."

The full score of the seven subjects in the senior high school entrance examination is 580. Last year, the paper questions were difficult. The top scorer in the senior high school entrance examination scored 570 and [-] points, and [-] and [-] points were the second highest scores in the city last year.

"Last year, you also said it was last year." The Chinese teacher snorted, "Who knows if it's a paper that you have done. Come on, stop gossiping. Now let's look at the second article. Confucius said..."

I wrote in my notebook, Confucius said that he is a teacher, pull it out, and write the name again, "My devil's school grass is an iceberg".

Five classes in one morning, I finished writing [-] words, and I silently wanted to tear up these few pages after I finished writing. I admit that I didn’t write with my brain, and after I read it, I wanted to scold—what is this writing? , written by primary school students?

When I came home from school at noon, I took out my notebook after dinner and compared it with the writing in the magazine. I imitated one of the writings.

Wanwan entered the room, swiped my notebook away, she saw the title, I waited for her to laugh at me with a cold face, it was too shameful... My devil schoolgirl, I have never been so ashamed in my two lifetimes, What is wrong with writing such an idiot article.

As a result, Wanwan held it and looked at it for a while. I saw that she was silent, so I crawled to the bed and wanted to get back the book. Wanwan turned her hands back, and she looked at me with sparkling eyes: "Xiaolu, this is what you wrote. of?"

I didn't nod, but she asked very puzzled: "No, then why did you copy an article from a magazine? Do you like this article very much? Oh, you are still young, can you understand it?"

I didn't react at first, so I went to pull her: "Give me the book, don't read it."

Immediately after realizing the meaning of Tao Wanwan's words, I asked her in surprise: "Do you think this is copied from a magazine, do you think it is about the same level as what was published in the magazine?"

Wanwan sat on the side of the bed and took it out to read again. She said, "It's the style of "Lovely Girl". The style of "Firefly" and "Flower Season and Rainy Season" should be more mature and the language more beautiful."

I have also watched "Firefly" and "Flower Season and Rainy Season". I think it is moaning/groaning without illness and inexplicable. The idiot is enough to be stupid, and the resentment to the woman is enough to resent, and there are not a few endings in tragedy.

Wanwan added: "Hey, I think the novels of "Firefly" and "Flower Season and Rainy Season" are better. Several of the above authors have published physical books. How many copies do I want to buy?"

I heard it, but I actually don’t know how much royalties I can get for publishing a 10,000+ to 20-word romance novel, but if I think about it, there should be between 6000 and 1 yuan.

What Wanwan said was unintentional, and I was moved by it, but as a new writer, I also knew the importance of practicing my pen, so I didn't immediately think about writing a long novel.

"Sister, keep watching."

I pointed to the notebook in her hand: "Do you think the one I copied looks good?"

Wan Wan listened to me ask her, she lowered her head and looked at it very carefully.After reading it, she also said: "It's not bad, but I prefer more beautiful language, but this one is also quite funny."

I don't know if I can trust Wanwan's level of reading, but she also gave me some confidence, so I decided to revise this article and submit it to try again.

In the fourth class in the afternoon, I transcribed the revised novel with a lined homework paper. After school, I went to the post office to buy stamps for the envelope. Thinking about it, I was afraid that the manuscript would be lost, so I paid an extra two yuan to send it by registered mail.

When the window was handed over to the staff, the aunt saw that I was really young, so she tiptoed over the window sill.

While stamping it, she said, "Registered mail to Yuancheng, 2 yuan, huh? Cute girls editorial department?"

The aunt just laughed: "Hey, you only see cute girls at such a young age. I've met quite a few who sent them to the editorial department to make pen pals. This is the first time I've seen you at such a young age."

I handed over two yuan, and the auntie took the money and sighed: "I'm really willing, in fact, if you don't send registered mail, you will arrive at the place in four or five days."

I had no choice but to tell her: "I'm afraid of losing it."

After all, I wrote the manuscript for a whole day. I didn't read any textbooks today, and I was all focused on writing the manuscript.

The aunt smiled and shook her head, and when I left, she taught me: "Study hard, you guys don't see each other when you make pen pals, it's boring, Auntie sees too many, it's all fake."

When I got home, I remembered one thing. When I went home along the way, I felt that I forgot one thing. I always felt that I forgot to do something today.

After thinking about it, I went to the wonton stand to help at night and met Gu Tingsheng who came to eat wontons, and then I remembered that I forgot to go to the second grade of junior high school to look for him.

When going out at night, Wanwan returned home early today and did not go shopping with her little sisters.

When she got home, she buried herself in her homework, and at six o'clock I put on my coat and went out, and Wanwan followed me to put on my shoes.

"Xiaolu, I'll go with you."

"No need, sister. You can do your homework at home. You don't want to watch Conan at night?"

"Don't watch." Wanwan put on her shoes, put on the keys, and the two of us went out, I didn't make a sound, and she didn't make a sound.

Walking on the road, the two walked silently for a while before she said to me: "Xiaolu, I won't play with Wang Xi and Yang Wendi from now on."

I've seen that Wanwan's complexion is not good. I didn't expect it to be an awkward situation with my friend. I thought about it: "If it's just a small matter, you two will get back together in a few days."

Wanwan pursed her lips, her tone this time was angry: "Yang Wendi and Wang Xi told others in the class that our parents are small vendors selling wontons at a stall, and that it's no wonder I deducted three, and bought them after school. Stuff doesn’t cost money.”

"It's a little too much." After hearing this, I also felt that these two friends, Wanwan, had a worrying character.

Their age, 14 years old.Saying this kind of thing can no longer be a child's nonsense. Girls and boys of this age have long understood what is malicious and what is good.

Just listening to what Wanwan said, what her two female classmates said was obviously contemptuous, but do friends also have to distinguish between high and low and good and bad?

"Then don't play with them."

I stretched out my hand from my pocket, and I saw my parents' stall and waved to them. Lin Shuzhen and Xia Chaobei didn't see it, and there were quite a lot of people at the stall right now.

When we arrived at the stall, Wanwan obviously couldn't let go and didn't know what to do. Seeing us two coming, Xia Chaobei and Lin Shuzhen rushed over, and I ran over to get the apron.

Xia Chaobei waved to Wanwan, and said to the two of us: "Hey... really busy, I won't rush you two, Wanwan, you put on an apron and deliver wontons to the guests, Xiaolu is young, let him Collect money here."

Wanwan looked at the apron, looked around, and the person in front of the cart urged Xia Chaobei to scoop up wontons.

Wanwan gritted her teeth: "Can I not wear an apron?"

Xia Chaobei threw the small floral apron at her, and Wanwan quickly reached out to catch it. Xia Chaobei quickly collected the change, bent down to put down the wontons, and shouted to Wanwan, "Wrap around! Don't wrap around." Go home and do your homework."

Wanwan wore an apron with a mournful face, Xia Chaobei pulled me in front of him, bowls of wontons came out of the pan, Wanwan took each bowl, and the guests sitting at the small table shouted: "Little girl, Here, we're ahead of that table—hey, this way!"

Wanwan opened her mouth, "Hey, I know, I know", and ran over on tiptoe.

Xia Chaobei and the guests sitting there yelled, "Slow down, slow down! Don't spill it!"

I stood in front of Xia Chaobei to collect the money, at first Xia Chaobei was not at ease, but after staring at it a few times and found that I was able to count clearly, he was relieved.

At around 07:30, the number of people gradually decreased. When it was [-]:[-], Wanwan and I sat at the small table. Lin Shuzhen made a few meatballs and a handful of green vegetable leaves to make soup, and Xia Chaobei went to buy sesame seed cakes. Eat it when you come back.

Yesterday I was sitting here rubbing my arms and legs, but today it was Xia Wanwan. Xia Wanwan sighed, "It's not easy!"

After finishing speaking, she looked at me, and she sighed again with a complicated expression: "Xiaolu, I think the two of us should be reversed, you should be the elder brother and I should be the younger sister, but why should I give birth to you for three years first?"

I looked at Wanwan, thought about it and told her, "I don't mind if you want to call me brother."

Xia Wanwan didn't react too slowly, she pointed at me with her index finger and snorted, "Good idea!"