In the dream.

In the garden, flowers bloom and butterflies fly up and down.

It was a quiet spring afternoon, when the adults were gone, the brother and sister were playing alone in the garden.

The tall buildings cast deep shadows, covering up the slightly vicious sunshine in the spring afternoon.

In the shade, my sister was wearing a small white dress, with black hair scattered over her shoulders, and two cute pink bows on it.

It looks very cute.

Generally, brothers and sisters of similar age may not be able to get along well with each other.

As an only child in his previous life, he also heard from friends who had sister complaining:

"You don't think they are cute when you really have them!"

"When they can use you, they will sweetly call you brother, brother, dear brother, and the most beloved brother, and they will make you dizzy and your wallet will be empty without realizing it."

"Once you are useless, you will no longer be your brother. You are just the lowest-ranking paramecium in your family. You are too lazy to give a good look when you meet, and you will just feed it if you are impatient."

"So, it's better for a creature like a sister than someone else's family. It's better to be a paper man. Having a living sister is definitely the biggest tragedy in history."

That's almost the argument.

Because of the same age, I have been competing for the love of my parents since I was a child, and the introduction of "disaster" between brothers and sisters is also planting the introduction of "disaster".

When I was young, I didn’t give in to my sister’s idea, so I might still be fighting, right?

Luo Qing could only guess this way.

His situation is even more special because although he is young, his heart is adult.

He has never been jealous or noisy because his sister's treatment is higher than her.

He was really embarrassed to be angry about the topic of this level of anger and to be a child.

Because of this, his relationship with his sister is very good.

"Brother, please help me push the swing."

My sister's crisp voice came.

"good."

Gently pushing the swing, one after another, one after another...

This sunny afternoon is a warm moment in my memory.

Luo Qing's consciousness quietly woke up from his dream.

I am sober that I am dreaming, but I have no intention of changing, and I just want to relive the old dream, the peaceful daily life there.

My sister grew up in the clan land. Before she was twelve years old, she almost never took a step.

The only one who can play with her is his brother.

It can be said that he witnessed her childhood.

"Brother, can you tell me a story?"

"good."

The scenes in memory continue.

The boy wearing a simple home-cooked dress cleared his throat and started to tell the story vividly.

"This is a story of a little match girl who takes place in a distant world..."

"This is how the little match girl lives in such a desperate world, lonely and lonely, with only ripped clothes on her body, wandering on the cold streets of winter."

"A match was not sold. She had no money and could not go home. The drunken gambling father at home would beat her hard, grab her hair, and press her into a basin soaked in ice water..."

The sister's eyes were filled with tears. She had her nose red, grabbed the swing tightly, and listened attentively, as if she had fallen into the situation of the little girl.

"The little girl is so cold. She drew a match. When she saw her mother, her arms were so warm..."

"It's a pity that she's only a few seconds, and she's still very cold."

"This time, she made a wish and then polished the matches. Sure enough, when she saw her grandma this time, she waved to her."

"... In the end, she froze to death on the street, holding burnt matches in her hand."

"How is it? Does it sound good? Is it interesting?"

After letting himself go, he still thought the story was very creative, so he asked the audience about his impressions.

It is quite a habit of a certain pigeon in his previous life, and he silently peeking into the book review area after posting chapters.

"Wow……"

My sister cried out with disrespect, covered her face with her little hands and sobbed quietly.

"Ah, don't cry!"

Luo Qing was a little panicked:

"In this way, don't cry or cry. Will I give you a gift in the future?"

"I don't have money now. When I can afford good things, I will prepare gifts for you!"

As long as the memory reaches this point, Luo Qing freezes the dream.

"So it's this. I didn't give it to you later, but I actually forgot it."
Chapter completed!