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• After Liu Yaowen said those two sworn words, he really calmed down a lot. He didn't touch Song porridge all night, and even slept outside the quilt.
• This time, he also had a new understanding of Song porridge - this is really a child who is extremely simple and must not be reckless.
• Song Yaxuan was probably the only one who didn't sleep well in this room. Seeing the girl nestling beside him to sleep, the sleepy face on her face couldn't help but coincide with the figure in her memory.
• "Brother~"
• That girl would always chase after him, shouting what she called him, and the first word she learned to say was brother.
• At this time, he always turned his head, turned around, stretched out his arms, and squatted down to wait for the little girl like a bird to crash into his arms. That was the only happiness and satisfaction in his dull memory.
• His childhood was filled with learning and challenges, his parents were busy with work, and he had to take care of the children after school, but he had no complaints, as long as he saw his sister smiling sweetly at him, everything was worthwhile.
• But suddenly one day, she fell ill without warning, and his parents took his sister everywhere for consultation, but they all got incurable results.
• That year, his parents disappeared, and he sat alone by the bed guarding the little figure.
• "Brother... can we go out? I don't want to be... locked up here..."
• "I want to imagine some... birds flying in the sky, brother..."
• Listening to the fragmented figure lying on the bed telling him his thirst for freedom in a weak tone, he finally broke his guard, could not say a word, and ran outside the door, the collapse that had accumulated in his throat The cry could no longer be suppressed.
• Song Yuanyuan died on that thunderstorm night,
• Stagnant on the road to freedom.
• Thunder, tears, and what fell from the corners of his eyes seemed not to be salt water, but endless memories and melancholy...
• 

  songyaxuan

  Congee, I know you're not Yuanyuan... I know I have very selfish thoughts...
• The little guy lay beside him, whispering something in his mouth, as if he was sleeping soundly, Song Yaxuan's eyes darkened, forcing himself to accept reality.
• If only she were her sister, she wouldn't have to sit still every time there was a thunderstorm. With this little guy accompanying her, her mood today is much more stable than before.
• He stretched out his hand and stroked the long dark brown hair of Song porridge, as if he was taking care of some treasure.
• 

  songyaxuan

  I seem to think of you as Yuanyuan... In this way, you don't seem to be free, so I will be your brother.
• 

  songyaxuan

  Yes, the kind that can protect you.
• Why is this so, he can't tell, maybe it's just because Song porridge is like her.
• He knew that the girl in front of him was not his sister, but he couldn't help but associate her with Song Yuanyuan.
• When he retracted his gaze and turned to the row of photo frames in front, only silence and coldness were left in his eyes. He scanned the people in the photo album in front of him one by one, and his hands clenched into fists involuntarily.
• His eyes stayed on the photo of Song porridge's mother for a long time, in other words, he hesitated for a long time.
• 

  songyaxuan

  I know you are innocent, porridge.
• 

  songyaxuan

  Hope your mom is the same...
• His parents have not yet disappeared, and the cause of his sister's illness is still a mystery, and the picture frames in front of him are none other than the suspects in these two things.
• Before his sister got sick, his parents had been to this woman surnamed Jiang's office. It was more like a laboratory than an office. In short, their entire team was suspected.
• Hopefully, not so coincidentally.
• He patted his pillow lightly and lay down completely, ready to fall asleep. The girl next to him stretched out a hand in his sleep and placed it on his chest, as if treating him like a doll.
• He didn't push her hand away, but quietly looked at the sleeping face of Song porridge, and felt at ease for the first time in his heart. It was as if he had found a new sustenance.
• 

  songyaxuan

  Good night... my baby.
• That night, the bird with the broken wing also had the hope of finding a new home through the storm.
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