us in those years

My name is Wu Yi, a woman from Sichuan, I love Luo Xi, um, yes, that's it! ! !Oh, I forgot to mention that she is also a girl!Ha ha!

Speaking of getting acquainted with Luo Xi, I am still very grateful to my mother, why?Because my mother has always loved playing mahjong (haha, Sichuanese, understandable), and when I was young, I was often taken by my mother to various mahjong venues because I was too skinny, just like that...

One day, as always, I was taken by my mother to play mahjong with her. I felt a little uncomfortable that day, my head drooped, I was drowsy, and my eyes were squinted. After a while, my mother smiled Say hello to someone, and introduce someone to me, I reluctantly looked up, notice, I reluctantly looked up, hey... a little girl about my age... I opened my eyes again, okay Wow, she looks so cute... her eyes are not too big, but she is full of energy. When she looks at me, she feels water coming out of her eyes. Her jet-black hair hangs softly on her body. Her skin is darker than mine, but she looks very cute. Healthy, cute clothes, and a "windmill car" on my stomach (PS: It's the cat in the cat and mouse, there is a dialect version in Sichuan, and the mouse is called a windmill car) Anyway, I was I like her all kinds of things, who told her to wear my favorite, the windmill car?I fell asleep and woke up all at once. I was 4 years old that year...

I looked at her with a smirk, not sure if my mouth was drooling... Who knew my mother woke me up with a slap and said, "What are you doing? Did you call me Aunt Liu? Also, this is your sister, Luo Xi." I woke up, and quickly showed my trademark naive smile, "Hello, auntie, hello sister", when I said that my sister is well, I blushed, twisted my clothes with my little hands behind my back, and thought silently: Hey !younger sister!Hello sister, I have rice porridge! ! ! ...I looked up again, and saw her smiling, it was so beautiful... I was stupid again...

Later, I found out that Aunt Liu is a friend of my mother and a friend of mahjong (a friend who plays mahjong). They have always had a good relationship, but they have been living in city C before, and they came to my city later...

That day, it seemed that I did nothing but look at my "sister" with a stupid smile and didn't speak... Later, my mother and the others seemed to finish playing mahjong. I don't remember exactly what happened up...

The author has something to say: Ahhhhhh!This is my first time writing an article, this article can be regarded as a narrative memory novel!The writing is not good, please forgive me! ! !