If the fleeting year has not come

My name is An Yu. I have just passed the college entrance examination, and I am currently sitting at home waiting for my grades. My main job is a student, and my side job is an online writer, just like my senior sister Su Zi.

Su Zi is also an online writer. We write Tanmei literature under the same editor. The difference is that my writing is funny and sweet, and her youth pain literature seems to say so.

This is the only thing Suzi and I have in common, and I cherish it.Of course, maybe in the near future we will have a second thing in common, I will be admitted to her school and continue to be her lovely and heart-warming little junior sister.

There are a lot of strange guys in our author group. Every day we get together to chatter and twitter, and a group of rotten girls gather together, which is very interesting.

The editor is a person named Wanwan who claims to be an aunt. In fact, he is my brother and is very patient with us. Whoever said that other people's home is the best, I think our Wanwan is the best editor. He is online when he wakes up. Harassment is welcome, not high-handed or ostentatious, although a bit sissy.

This is my current state of life, just like my name, in a corner of peace.

If there's anything that bothers me, it's my secret that I'm in love with a guy named Suzy.

That's right, that Su Zi is my senior sister. Coincidentally, we are both girls.

This secret has been kept in my heart until at last it will follow me to the grave.I will watch my senior find a good man to live a happy life, bless her silently, and then live my little life, maybe raise a cat, but there will be no one else.

Such an idea is naive, of course I know, but naive doesn't mean it won't become a reality.I am sure this will become a reality.

My mother warned me not to disturb other people's lives or cause them trouble.I nodded, of course I wouldn't do that, she is my favorite senior, how could I have the heart to hurt her.

Some people may ask why my mother knew about this. Maybe she knew that I liked senior sisters earlier than I knew it myself.Mother said, it doesn't matter, you just happen to like the same sex, maybe next time you will like another good person, man or woman.

I just laughed, I have known this person for 12 years and liked him for six years, how can I like another person?Oh, I forgot to say, I am eighteen this year, and my sister and I are classmates in elementary school.

I always remember the spring when I met my senior, in the second semester of the first grade of elementary school, I waited for the driver to pick me up and went home by the side of the road. I waited for so long that my feet were numb.

A little girl who was half a head taller than me came over. She was wearing a student-on-duty pennant, which is an honor for outstanding students above the third grade. She stood at the school gate to welcome guests.

"Your mother hasn't come to pick you up yet," she asked me.

I nodded, but didn't reply. I used to be far less cheerful than I am now. I didn't dare to reply when I struck up a conversation with a stranger. I also suffered from severe face blindness. Even the head teacher gradually remembered my appearance in the next semester.

"The school is about to close. Where is your home? I'll see you off." She didn't mind my silence and continued to talk to me proactively.

I shook my head. Although most elementary school students choose to study nearby, I am not like this. My home is far away, and I have to go through half a city to go to school.

"Then I'll wait with you."

Then she took my hand, and that was the first time I knew that human hands were actually so warm.

My father seldom takes me with him, and the driver does the pick-up and drop-off every day. He is always busy with things, entertainment, and errands.

Mother's hands are cold, and like her people, they are all deserted. Even standing in front of her eyes, she feels far away in the sky.

I don’t know how long it took before the car that picked me up finally arrived. It was my father and mother who came together. I happily said goodbye to my senior, asked her name, and tried to write it down. I’m afraid I won’t recognize her next time I see her. .

The atmosphere in the car was very strange, the father was driving, and the mother looked down at the documents.

"Xiaoyu, if Mom and Dad want to separate, who do you want to be with?" Mother asked suddenly.

"What are you talking about to the children!" The father's tone was very unhappy.

"Grandma." I knew they didn't want my answer, but I answered anyway.

"Why grandma?"

"Because grandma won't go on a business trip if she doesn't have entertainment, grandma will hug me to sleep." I answered honestly, grandma is my favorite person.

Then it happened like this, Mom and Dad really separated, I went to live with my grandma, who hugged me to sleep every day, told me stories, and taught me to do my homework.

My father is still very busy, and occasionally visits me at school, but he never takes me home, nor does he go to my grandmother's house.

My mother seldom shows up. I heard from my grandmother that she has traveled around the world. Her dream is to be a travel writer.

But at that time, I didn't understand what it was. I only knew that it was the same as what my classmates said. I didn't have a father or a mother.

The second time I saw my senior was in that spring, maybe I met her during that time, maybe I didn’t.

"An Yu is an unwanted child!"

"An Yu doesn't have parents, we don't want to play with her!"

"An Yu is a bad kid, so no one wants her!"

The classmates said this and played around me.I was very angry, strangely, I didn't want to argue, maybe subconsciously I thought so too, my parents chose their career or dream and left me.

This class time is very long, at least for me, a group of children surrounded me, making faces, laughing and shouting strangely, as if they met such a fun toy.

"What are you doing!" A soprano broke through the encirclement and stunned everyone around, "If you don't learn well at a young age, bullying your classmates is nothing!"

The students who had been criticized scattered away, but the ribbon on the senior sister was still very deterrent.

"Are you okay?" Her gentleness remained the same as before.

I shook my head and looked at her blankly, the voice was so familiar, but who is she?

"The next time you are bullied, you can come to me. I am Suzi from the third grade." Before she left, she patted my head and told me.

Suzi, I remember the name, the senior who helped me.But she didn't seem to remember me, and those children were just working as students on duty to maintain order on campus.

Looking at the back of her going away, I secretly swear that I must remember her, her appearance, and her person.

Later I found out that she is very famous in our school. She often represents the school in composition competitions held in the district and city. idol.

I think, at this time, the name Su Zi and this person lived in my heart and never came out again.