Chapter 411

In memory, there always seems to be such a person.

The voice is very nice. There is a kind of tact in the clearness. When laughing, there is a small pear vortex on the right side of the mouth, which is shining with the radian of the corner of the mouth.

The first time we met, he was very nervous and stayed in the nanny's arms until he was pushed to her. The nanny said, "young master, this is your sister."

Sister? He looked at her. He has been living in the United States with his parents since he was born. When he first met his half sister, he always felt a little curious and nervous.

The girl squatted down in front of him, with a little scattered hair on his face, very soft and comfortable. She smilingly handed him a delicate cake box: "first meeting, my name is Gu Yuxi, is your sister." Pear vortex looms.

Gu Yuxi, Gu Yuxi, Gu Yuxi

For the first time, he was always lovely and talkative, which made his neighbor's aunt like him. He was choked by the sudden tension. I'm so clumsy that I can't answer a word.

The nanny explained awkwardly behind: "young master, he..."

The girl waved to stop the nanny, then held him and asked, "do you like watching cartoons?"

He took the cake box and nodded in silence. In fact, he didn't like watching it, but he didn't hate it at all because he was accompanied by her.

……

His parents are always busy in business in the United States, so there are always a few months every year when he will be sent back to live with his sister.

It was also the happiest day of his childhood.

My sister is always very quiet, does not like to talk, no class, always like to stay at home. A person silently painting, making snacks, or watching animation with him.

Her hands are very skillful, and the cakes made by her are delicious. She always captures his taste buds easily.

At that time, what they saw most was robot cat. In the gap, his sister asked him: "however, if you have Doraemon, what is your most desired wish?"

He was silent for a moment, and just as he wanted to speak, she began to laugh. He reached out and pulled down the crumbs from his mouth and said, "you greedy cat, of course, what you want most is countless delicious food. It's a pity. "

Her face suddenly came down: "sister can't do it for you all your life."

Heart, suddenly some pull pain.

In fact, my sister has been wrong. He doesn't like sweet food, and he doesn't like to watch "robot cat". And the only reason he's willing to do this is to be with her.

Looking at her face, he swallowed what he wanted to say.

If he has a tinker cat, his only wish is to let him be born ten years earlier. In that way, he will have a tall and solid physique, mature and steady thinking. That way, he can have the opportunity to stand beside her as a man instead of a boy.

My sister likes children very much, so she goes to kindergarten every week to do volunteer work. And he, a little follower, is duty bound to follow her.

In the morning, she took the group of children who were only three or four years old to play, while he, an eight or nine year old boy, sat on one side of the swing and looked at her. It's boring, but he doesn't feel it at all.

In her spare time, her sister would come and sit on the swing beside him, watching the children playing in the sun, dazed.

And then the cold sentence: "however, in this life, my sister can't have children."

He turned to her and didn't understand.

"Sister is guilty." She reached out and rubbed his soft hair. Light smile, with a bit bitter, but make him heart.

Guilty? What crime?

At that time, he wanted to ask, but he couldn't ask.

Then my sister closed her eyes and swung on the swing. Black hair, as if kneaded into the golden light, dancing with the wind, reflected in his eyes, broken and warm.

……

On his ninth birthday, he waited for her at home all day. My sister, who has always been very homely, never came back unexpectedly.

The candle blew out and the food was cold without moving a mouthful.

With heavy, oppressed in the chest of suffocation, he step by step back to the room. Then he would be suffocated in the quilt, but he could not sleep.

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, the door of the villa opened. He quietly pricked up his ears and listened carefully to her footsteps.

"Dong, Dong, Dong..." Outside the door of his room, the footsteps stopped suddenly, and then the door was opened with a creak. He closed his eyes tightly and pretended to sleep to hide his nervousness.

A pair of cold hands on his face, carefully for him to brush the messy hair. Just very sensitive, he smelled a faint fragrance, a fragrance that did not belong to her, especially "pungent".

He suddenly opened his eyes, staring at him, a little gloomy.

She was startled, embarrassed to say: "wake you up?"

"Not bad." He said that by the light in the corridor, he noticed that she was very different today. Usually, on the clean face, there are delicate makeup. It was beautiful and strange, which made him panic unconsciously."I'm sorry, Ranran." Her voice was full of guilt: "something happened to me today, I didn't have time to accompany you for your birthday."

He still looked at her and did not speak. However, the nine-year-old boy's eyes were so deep that it was frightening.

As if aware of what he had been staring at, she stood up and said, "I'll go wash my face first."

Then, without waiting for him to answer, he rushed to the bathroom. After washing his face, he took another bath and tried to wash away all the breath that belonged to the man.

When he entered the room again, he had already got up, his back against the wall behind him, his head down, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Hearing the voice, he gave her a smile, and the gloom of his eyes slowed down slightly: "sister."

She also walked over with a smile: "why don't you sleep?"

"I can't sleep."

"Do you want my sister to sing for you?"

He thought, "OK." This proposal moved him. In fact, in kindergarten, he had heard her singing countless times. But, those songs, do not belong to him. Tonight, he greedily wants to have a gift that only belongs to him.

She moved a chair, sat down next to her and sang: "on the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer. On the swing beside the grass, only the butterfly stopped on it. On the blackboard, the teacher's chalk is still trying to chatter and write

That night, she sang for a long time. After he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep for several hours, she slowly stood up, turned off the light for him and covered the quilt.

Just as she left, she leaned over and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

At that moment, his heart beat so fast that it seemed to burst out of his chest.

He heard her say, "well, happy birthday."

It was the most memorable birthday present he had ever received.

The day after his birthday, he was taken back to the United States by his parents.

After a long time, for a long time, they did not mention sending him back to China. Vaguely, he felt something had happened. For example, when my father was on the phone, he yelled angrily: "OK, if you want to give birth to that bastard, don't go into our door of taking care of our family again, and don't tell others your surname is Gu! I don't have such a shameful daughter as you

Father fell off the phone and his face turned red with anger. His mother patted him on the back and comforted him: "don't be angry, don't be angry. How can I get angry?"

In silence, he retired to the corner, thinking of the night before parting, a sudden sharp pain in his chest.

At the age of 12, at his strong request, his parents finally agreed to let him go back to junior high school. When he saw her again, she had moved into a villa with a large rose field.

The house is very beautiful and exquisite, but it is very quiet. It's so quiet that even the sound of breathing can be heard clearly.

No matter where he went, there was a terrible sense of emptiness.

It's like a grave.

But after only a few hours, he felt as if on pins and needles, empty and cold. He didn't understand why she could live alone in this grave for so long?

He took her and wanted to take her away.

She gently broke away from his hand: "however, thank you for your company in those years, which was my happiest time But now, it's gone forever. "

It's just that it's not his happiest childhood.

Later, he would go to see her every so often and talk with her. At the request of his parents, he had to go back to China during the summer vacation.

But when he came back again, she was no longer there.

The whole villa is empty. The roses in the garden, because no one took care of them, gradually dried up, hoarse and withered. So here, really as he expected, became an empty grave.

Back to the kindergarten where his sister often went, he said that he wanted to take care of the children here for one day instead of his sister. At that time, at the age of 13, he had already faded from his eight or nine years old youth, and his height had grown a lot. With his steady eyes, he looks like a high school student.

The president hesitated a little and agreed.

So he, like his sister in the past, took the group of children who were only a few years old to play, play games and sing to them. He did a lot of things that he had never done before.

He didn't know why he wanted to be like this, but his heavy heart told him that if he didn't do something, he would go crazy.

During the lunch break, he closed his eyes and slept in the big bed of the kindergarten teacher, but his brain was in a mess and he couldn't sleep at all.

As soon as I close my eyes, it is the empty grave that buries her and his childhood.

Until --.

A pair of soft lips, slowly covered him, the master of the lips is just a touch, very quickly left. He felt the warm breath around his cheek, but it was quiet.

The owner of the lip observed him for a long time, and saw that he didn't wake up. He thought it was because he didn't kiss enough. So he bowed his head again, this time not only sucking his stiff lips, but also greedily licking a few mouthfuls, regardless of the stiff people under him.After waiting for a while, she got up and left reluctantly.

He opened his eyes, at the moment when she turned around, he saw the name card on her chest - Qiao Rao Rao.

Unconsciously, depressed for a day, the heart finally relaxed.

Many, many years later, on a British plane bound for city A.

After lunch, Qiao Rao touched her belly contentedly and was ready to take a nap. Unexpectedly, he suddenly said: "in fact, my first kiss object is not you."

Qiao Rao was stunned, her face suddenly burned up: "you You, you all know? "

"Well." He nodded and looked at her: "because as early as the day I was born, I had been secretly kissed by the doctor who delivered me. I can't help it. It's also very distressing to look too good. " His tone is dignified, but what he says is not flat.

"Ah? How can it be like this? " Qiao Rao was angry: "why is that doctor so unprofessional! Don't they know that the first kiss is a very sacred and important thing! It's a pity that someone stole the first kiss casually She was angry, as if she had never done a kiss.

Gu Haoran closed his eyes and smile. Fool, I can't detect such an obvious lie. I don't know how she survived in the past 20 years?

"Then..." Qiao Rao Rao is very careful to get close to the past, clench her teeth and ask the question she always wants to ask: "then why don't you like me?" She has been in love with him for so long. He knows it, but why doesn't he give her even a little chance?

He frowned and thought, "because you're too young."

"Small?" Qiao Rao Rao was stunned, and then murmured: "I'm not young. I'm only two years younger than Xia Tong. She can. Why can't I? "

He closed his eyes, didn't speak, and seemed to be asleep.

She sighed again and said to herself, "Oh, I wish I had a Doraemon, and then let it help me to be born ten years earlier. Then you won't think I'm small. "

He closed his eyes, because of her words, frozen.

……

"However, if you have Doraemon, what do you want to achieve most?"

His only wish is to let him be born ten years earlier. In that way, he will have a tall and solid physique, mature and steady thinking. That way, he can have the opportunity to stand beside her as a man instead of a boy.

……

Originally, life is always in reincarnation.

And he, it seems, is always looking back.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. There was a faint light at the bottom of his empty eyes.

"Are you free at the weekend?" He asked.