I'm your little girl

I heard that I have a sister.

It came out by accident from a relative, and before that I had never heard that I had a sister.

I knew it by accident, but I was fascinated—I never heard my parents talk about it, and I never found traces of another child or a girl living at home.

Everyone says that I am the old child of my parents.

I started looking for traces of the child's life in the house, which was as exciting as a treasure hunt.

During the hot summer vacation, students are on vacation, but adults still have to work.After my parents left for work, I started rummaging around the house.

My parents will subconsciously choose the bedside table for storing things, especially important things. I noticed more than once that my mother took out important things such as household registration book and passbook from it.

I squatted on the cold floor with bare feet, and pulled the drawer, but it was useless—the drawer was locked, and it turned out that brute force could not be opened, and the TV series misunderstood me.

Might as well try to find the key.

I groped for the pillow and started looking for the corner of the dresser on the other side, where the keys might be hidden.

After searching for a long time, I still found nothing. I was a little discouraged, because the floor was not so cold after walking all the time, and my feet felt hot when I put it on it.

I was lying up on my parents' bed when I suddenly remembered that there was a small attic upstairs in our house.

I climbed into the attic.In the cramped and stuffy space, the dust fluttered and shone in the sun. I opened up the big boxes one by one to look for them.

In the attic are mostly redundant electrical appliances that are not used temporarily and some discarded furniture.I found three boxes of toys and two boxes of books and magazines in it. Many of the toys were from my childhood, including marble trucks. I rummaged through them, but I couldn’t find toys like dolls that girls like.

The books are all my old books including textbooks, and the magazines are all my subscriptions.

If a girl really lived in the family, wouldn't there be no traces left?

I wiped my damp brow, and sat down on the small attic steps to meditate.

What did that relative say?

"In a blink of an eye, you are so old. If your sister is here, your mother will have a grandson."

Holding a grandson, I am an old child of my parents, and now I am in the third year of junior high school and will soon be in the first year of high school. That is to say, my sister probably died when I was my age.

Girls at this age don't play Barbie anymore, they like all kinds of fluffy dolls, and don't like skinny dolls that touch their bones.

Speaking of which, I have quite a few dolls. I have had them since I was a child. I thought they were bought by my parents.

I went down to the attic and went back to my room.

One, two, three, four... 24, 25, 26, 27.

There are a total of 27 dolls, ranging from small dolls the size of thermos cups to large dolls as tall as a person.

As a boy, I don't like these very much, so I have never paid much attention to these dolls.

Now that I think about it, there are too many of these dolls.

I picked up a doll and took a closer look. Many of the dolls were bought in gift shops, and the stickers on the back hadn't been removed.

Interesting, the person who dismantled the doll didn't tear it up?

I tried to tear off the label, but found that the label was not torn off at first, and the glue became stickier over time, and if it was torn off, the doll's fur would also be torn off.

There are several dolls with backpack pockets or something,

I have the impression that when I was a child, I liked to put some small things in it, because it was hidden, and my parents would never think of it or find it.

I touched the bags of several dolls, but found some small things I had hidden before.

Some small swords, small weapons and small cards.

Nothing was found.

do i really have a sister

I leaned against a big rabbit dejectedly. This big rabbit was sitting, holding a red love peach in its hand. It was stuffed with cotton, which was very soft, and there was a floral body embroidered with golden silk thread on the outside. English: ILOVEYOU.

Especially the collocation of vulgar and spicy eyes.

If I do have a sister, why didn't my parents ever mention it?

But there was no need for that relative to lie to me. After she finished speaking, she seemed to realize that she had said something wrong, and after I asked one more question, she didn't say anything.

Say good women are all gossips?

Anyone older than me must know, but who should I ask?The grown-ups all acted like they were keeping secrets, as if they were hiding some big secret.

My father is an only child and has no siblings, so I have no cousins. My mother has a younger sister, my little aunt. She has a daughter who is older than me and is now in college.

The age difference between the two of us is too big, and we are not very close. This kind of topic about the elders is a close topic, and we seem to be unable to talk about it.

But if I really have a sister, she should know, at least have an impression.

How to do it?

In this way, I rummaged at home for a long time alone, but still had no clue.

It’s definitely not okay to ask your parents directly. I haven’t said it before, and it’s impossible to say it as soon as I ask.

But I didn't wait long, and the opportunity came quickly. My mother wanted to make dumplings on a whim on weekends. After buying all the materials, there were too many.She made a decisive decision: "Xiangyang, call your sister and ask her to come over. She likes eating dumplings the most."

I called her: "Sister, we have dumplings for lunch, are you coming?"

Over there quickly agreed.

It wasn't long before she rode over.

"The stuffing is my favorite." She smiled and ate three bowls in one go.

I'm a little speechless, this is more edible than me!

I felt sleepy after eating, and my cousin yawned a few times after sitting down. She couldn't stand it anymore: "Auntie, I'm going home to sleep."

"Now? It's so hot outside, don't go back, go back later in the afternoon." My mother frowned and told me: "Xiangyang, take your sister to sleep in your room."

"Ah? Then where should I sleep?" I was a little unhappy, I'm already this old, it's not good for this sister to sleep on my bed.

My mother: "Just sleep on the floor. Big boy, let your sister."

My cousin understands me very well: "Otherwise, I'd better not sleep, just lie down on the sofa for a while."

My mother was upset: "Hurry up."

"Hey." I replied and brought my cousin to my room.

When my cousin came to my room, she saw so many dolls beside my bed and she was delighted: "Auntie didn't take these away?"

A flash of light suddenly flashed in my mind: "My sister should have played with my dolls before."

"Yeah," my cousin said casually, "Sister Nuannuan took me to play house before."

She was taken aback after she finished speaking, as if she realized that she had said something terrible.

I hurried to the door and closed it: "Who is Miss Nuannuan? Why haven't I heard of it? Do I know her? What is her relationship with me?"

I asked a series of questions, not wanting to let her go.

The cousin was very unnatural: "It's just a relative's sister, who is no longer here."

"A relative's sister lives in my house?"

The cousin's expression quickly calmed down: "Come to be a guest."

"The guest sister still has her birth certificate in my mother's drawer?" I was talking nonsense. There are so many red books in my mother's drawer.

This sentence frightened my cousin, she was startled, and stared at me: "Where did you know that?"

Sure enough, there is a show!

I concealed the ecstasy in my heart, kept my face calm, and continued to edit: "Birth certificate."

In a panic, she opened the door a crack to see the situation in the living room, and then closed the door with a sigh of relief, with a solemn expression: "Xiaoyang, don't talk about your sister casually, you are still young, aunt and uncle listened." will be angry and sad."

"why?"

"Cough... your sister... um..." She stammered, organizing her words intermittently, "She's different from us."

"What's the difference?"

She looked hesitant: "I don't know how to tell you, your sister...she eloped with someone."

"E... eloped?" My sister was only a few years old at the time, and she eloped with her. This is too much like the old society.

Probably because I was too surprised, my cousin explained instead: "My aunt and uncle couldn't accept it at the time, and felt unable to hold their heads up, so sister Nuan Nuan left with that person."

What kind of relationship makes people feel ashamed?

Rich girl and poor boy?

But my family can only be considered well-off, how poor is the other party to make my parents dislike him like this?

Although my cousin didn't reveal much, but there are some clues at least. For example, my sister's name is "Nuan", I think it should be called Chen Xiangnuan, and she eloped with someone. almost.

I always thought that after her unexpected death, my parents were too sad and forbid others to mention it. It seems that it is not, it should be her love affair.

What kind of love made this look like this?

Parents are usually considered open-minded, how can this puppy love be opposed by them, causing my sister to elope with someone and never come back?

"So who did my sister elope with?" I couldn't help being curious and asked my cousin.

My cousin looked at me for a long time before saying, "A woman."

a woman?woman!

"Just kidding?"

"it is true."

I:"……"

This is the first time that I feel so close to this group, right by my side. I usually only hear about it on the Internet, and everyone usually makes jokes about it, but I never take it seriously.

***

For Jiang Xun, sometimes I don't know my feelings.

Is it love, friendship, or sympathy?

The night Jiang Xun confessed to Wei Siqi, I was watching them from the other side.

The moonlight is bright and the evening breeze is gentle.

They didn't know that there was a boy who watched everything not far away that night.

The taller one kissed the shorter one, the shadows overlapped, and the silence was louder than the sound.

I didn't show my face and didn't bother them, and stumbled away.

I thought a lot that night, and I realized it a long time ago that Jiang Xun is different from other girls, and she cares about Wei Siqi differently from others.

After the college entrance examination, I cleaned up the room, and piles of study materials were cleared out. I told my mother, I don’t want dolls anymore.

So childish.

My mom said let me put these dolls together and she was going to pack them up in the attic.

"Don't throw it away? These are very old."

"Don't throw."

In fact, I was a bit reluctant to get rid of me all of a sudden. These dolls have been with me for 18 years. They are really a bit like my sister who I have never met, who has been waiting for me by my bedside for 18 years.

Thinking of this, I was frightened by my own metaphor, and laughed at myself as my sister who I brought into someone else's house.

I picked up these dolls one by one, making sure that none of my previous "babies" remained in their stomachs or pockets.

When it was the big white rabbit's turn, I touched into the love of the big white rabbit by accident.

The cotton stuffed inside the love heart has an opening at the back, and I took out a note from the inside, with beautiful characters on it:

I love you, stay with me, Xiang Nuan.