i don't want to be your sister

The shadow of the car gradually faded away until it disappeared at the corner of the street.

Standing at the same spot, Mingzhen felt lost, and suddenly thought of the passage in Long Yingtai's watching, "I slowly, slowly realized that the so-called parent-child relationship just means that the fate between you and him is this life. This life is constantly watching his back drifting away. You stand at the end of the path and watch him gradually disappear at the turn of the path, and he tells you with his back: don’t chase.”

Is fate just watching?Don't you have to chase?

That is the fate of parents, not the fate of siblings.

——I'm just his sister, or a half-way sister,

——In the future, he will be with Deshan, what should I do?

——I'm afraid, it will be replaced, the position of the room, the position of the wardrobe.

When a person is free, he always likes to think wildly.

No, Mingzhen has fallen into deep entanglement and panic, but she is just scaring herself.

As long as things in the future don't happen, even if it's only for a second, all changes will appear in a second. Instead of worrying about the future that has yet to come, it's better to grasp the present moment.

Self-comforting words are still useful. Mingzhen continued to do psychological construction for herself, and finally recovered her mood when she returned to the room.

"Oh, how come there is a feeling of people going to the empty building!" Mingzhen shook her head, "I'm stunned, it's an illusion."

Mingzhen didn't expect that one day she would be so attached to someone.

——The second Aze left, I missed him.

——My brother has been away for an hour, I miss him.

—Ah, when will my brother come back?

Before meeting Aze, she was a senior house girl who could stay at home alone for ten days and half a month without going out without getting bored.She always has all kinds of pastimes.

Reading novels, watching dramas, making bracelets, origami, recording songs, online chatting...

After getting bored, Mingzhen deeply felt that after getting used to the life in 2018, the kind of life where you can live online all day long, keep your mobile phone close to you, and have all kinds of software, how terrible it is when everything is lost.

No WeChat, no Moments, no Weibo, no Weibo, no Jinjiang, no novels, no touch-screen mobile phone, and even video calls with Aze.

Starting today, there will be no need to endure the fear of [-]% battery left in the mobile phone for more than ten years.

"Ah, I'm going crazy." Mingzhen said that she didn't mind enduring the fear of her phone running out of battery, and she just begged God to give her a smartphone.

"If you want to leave Aze and go back to 2018, would you like to?" A voice in my heart asked Mingzhen.

Mingzhen twitched her eyelashes, pretending not to hear the question, it clearly echoed in her heart.

Holding the little chubby bear, Mingzhen raised her eyes and unintentionally glanced at the room, huh?photo.

There is a black and white photo in the wooden photo frame, which shows that it is old.

Chubby Deshan, little Aze.

This is their childhood.

Time is really a magical carver, who carves such a fat girl into a beautiful little girl.

It used to be very harmonious, but now the two are as harmonious together.

Mingzhen touched the edge of the photo frame silently for a long time.

"Ah." Mingzhen cried out suddenly, and she remembered that the photo she and A Ze took on the day of shopping was still in her bag.

There was a burst of rummaging, well, in fact, I opened the closet, took out the bag, unzipped the zipper, and took out the photos from the interlayer.

Holding the edge of the photo with both hands, looking at the two people leaning on each other in the photo, Mingzhen's mood suddenly changed for the better.

"La, la, la~" Mingzhen dragged drawers one by one, trying to find an empty photo frame to frame the photos.

The hard work paid off, and she really found one.

After putting the photo into the frame, Mingzhen held it and admired it for a long time before placing it where she thought it would be the most conspicuous.

Sitting on the chair, Mingzhen suddenly had a whim, and with a curious smile, opened each drawer again.

Chess records, change, books...

There are not many things, and they are neatly arranged. Mingzhen didn't think about flipping through them, after all, it's clear at a glance.

His eyes swept to the last drawer, and after staring for a long time, he finally moved his eyes to other bookshelves.

The last drawer is locked.In fact, Mingzhen knew that there must be many interesting things in it, such as the diary, and she also knew where the spare key was, as she had accidentally seen it.However, she has no intention of prying into other people's privacy, even if she is really curious and curious.

Some things can be rummaged around, and some things are destined not to be touched. This is a rule that should be followed and a quality that one should have.

Many of the books on the bookshelf are related to Go, and they are still the textbooks of Aze Junior High School.

At first glance, it is all in Korean, without any sense of intimacy.

Although I don't feel it, people will succumb to reality when they are bored to a certain extent. If one must find something to pass the boring time, Mingzhen is still willing to be accompanied by books.

It seems that Mingzhen didn't choose a book, so she had no choice but to pick out a book that looked very tall - a brief history of Korea.

Turning to the first page, Mingzhen found something wrong with this book.

It seems that every student has had a period of wrapping book covers, corresponding to which is to secretly change book covers—for example, the cover of the Chinese Dictionary holds a book of Jin Yong’s novels, or other.

Ming Zhen also used Chinese book bags to read girl manga, and she was never caught by the teacher.In the teacher's heart, Mingzhen is a good student with all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique and beauty, and a good girl.

As a fellow-person, Mingzhen keenly found that there was something wrong with the book, although there was no trace of it being exchanged.

With a delicate mood, Mingzhen read the book.

Then, she showed a more subtle look.