Sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, watching Nangong Xiran finally close his eyes slightly, seeming to have fallen asleep, Nangong Liang moved the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly, "Good night, sister."
Standing up and looking back at Nangong Xiran for the last time, Nangong Liang turned off the light, turned around, opened the door and walked out.
Walking forward leisurely, he couldn't help but stop when he reached a step and sat down quietly.
The night breeze was slightly cool, blowing the hair on the temples, and occasionally covering his eyes. Nangong Liang just looked into the distance with his eyes, a little bit of sadness in his eyes. He thought of many things, many things about nine years ago.
He thought of the brother Xiao Che who said he would take care of him nine years ago. He thought of playing hide and seek with him - being caught by him every time. He also thought of the first time he came to Ji's house - his cowardly look.
eyes.
He still remembered that Ji Yeche took him to his secret base, and then the two of them used the clay there to make ceramic toys. He also remembered that Ji Yeche made a lifelike little white rabbit and gave it to him.
Him, as a gift for the first meeting.
I don't know why when I think of this, I feel happy unconsciously, as if I was really carefree at that time and didn't have any worries at all.
But the more things he learned later, his mood changed completely, especially when he learned that the so-called Aunt Qingmei was actually his mother, and Ji Yeche was actually his half-brother. When he thought of this, he felt
There will be inexplicable hatred.
He hated that Ji Yeche had everything, the love of his parents, but he had nothing. He obviously had a mother who loved him, but he always thought of her as his aunt. He obviously had a father, but he didn't.
Willing to take his mother back.
Thinking in his mind, Nangong Liang's footsteps involuntarily came to a dilapidated hut in Anchuan Orphanage. The lights there were dim, just an incandescent lamp with a faint light.
However, although the light of the incandescent lamp was weak, it could still illuminate what Nangong Liang was looking for. He quickly rummaged through a large wooden box, and soon a lifelike little white rabbit made of exquisite ceramics came into view.
His eyes.
Without too much hesitation, he quickly held the lifelike little white rabbit ceramic in his hand, which seemed to bring back a lot of past memories at that moment. The corners of his mouth could not help but turn up slightly, as if he was very happy.
Suddenly there was a slight sound in his ears, and Nangong Liang quickly frowned, "Who is it!"
"Brother, it's me." Nangong Xiran bit his lip lightly and walked out.
"Xiran, why is it you?" Nangong Liang looked surprised, "Aren't you already asleep?"
Nangong Xiran walked up to Nangong Liang, "Brother, I couldn't sleep, so I woke up again. I went to your room to look for you and found that you were not there, so I guessed that you must have come here quietly."
"I..." Nangong Liang wanted to say something, but hesitated. He couldn't help but put the little white rabbit made of ceramics in his hand on the windowsill.
Nangong Xiran seemed to have guessed Nangong Liang's thoughts. She stood on tiptoes and stroked his frowning brow with her hand, "Brother, what's wrong with you? Is there something on your mind? If so, you must tell me.
Xiran, Xiran is your sister and will definitely share the burden with you."
"How can I have anything on my mind?" Nangong Liang forced a smile, but the smile was too false and exposed his innermost thoughts.