Yuanda stood in the living room, staring blankly at the first corner of the living room, recalling every memory with Yi Meng. His luggage was placed beside him, because tonight, he was going to leave here and sit far away
The plane flew to another place.
"Yimeng, this is Yuanda. From today on, he will be your brother."
Yi's mother pulled Yuanda who was hiding behind her and said to Xiao Yimeng.
"Oh! Mom, why does Brother Yuanda always hide behind him? Are you afraid that Yi Meng will bully him? Mom, tell him that Sister Yi Meng is very obedient and will protect him, tell him not to be afraid of me...
…”
Yuanda stood at the door and smiled. It was here at the beginning, the first time I saw Yi Meng at the door. He took a deep breath and looked at the living room again.
"Yuanda, wait. I'll open the piggy bank and I'll have the money to take you to get it. Wait a moment, and it'll be fine soon..."
"No, mom will scold..."
"No, your hands are still bleeding? They are all those bad guys who have beaten you up and bleed. When I grow up, I will definitely avenge you."
"Forget it!"
"How can I forget it? Don't worry, I will be a boy in the future. And I don't want to call you brother, just call you Yuanda. Because Yi Meng wants to protect Yuanda!"
Yuanda closed his eyes and held his luggage with his hands. His heart was so chaotic. This place was filled with memories of him and Yi Meng.
"Yimeng, I'm very useless. But in the future, I will become useful. Let me protect you from now on. I will not let you bully you anymore."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really, I, Wonda, did what I said."
"Well, I believe you. Yuanda, my hands really hurt! What should I do? I can't pretend to be this!"
"Does it hurt? Hold on for a while and you'll go to the infirmary immediately, wait a little longer."
“Do we have money?”
"We have no money now, but Yuanda will earn money to Yi Menghua in the future."
"Really? Yi Meng's hands no longer hurt, it's really no longer hurt. Yuanda, let's go home. I'm not afraid of mom hitting me. We don't have money, so my aunt won't give me a bag."
"Well, mom won't hit you. Even if I hit you, I will be beaten for you."
Yuanda looked back at every corner of the house for the last time, then pulled his luggage, closed the door, and left the home with his luggage.