From Wen Ai's point of view, Zhuo Yiqing was really annoying. She kept saying "I love you" over and over again for a lifetime, until her gray hair was still on her lips.
Before dying, Zhuo Yiqing held Wen Ai's hand, telling Wen Ai not to forget him, and to sleep in the same bed in the next life.
The thorn that had been lurking in Wen Ai's chest for a long time finally pierced into his heart, leaving him riddled with holes and bleeding.
He failed in his mission, and his memory would soon be erased silently by the rules. In the end, Zhuo Yiqing couldn't remember a single word of the tens of thousands of "I love you" that Zhuo Yiqing had chanted all his life.
System: "The traversal program is started, ready to jump to the world."
Wen Ai turned into a five or six-year-old boy this time. When he opened his eyes, he saw a bright bedroom.
Wen Ai walked eagerly to the desk, and found a notebook among a stack of comic books. He picked up the pen and began to record the experience of the last world. He wrote a few pages in a hurry. He felt a little uneasy, and stretched out his hand to turn back. Turn over the book—
empty.
Everything he wrote is gone.
The system sighed: "Don't be stupid, it's useless."
Wen Ai threw the pencil onto the empty notebook, slid to the ground and covered her sore eyes, warm liquid gushed out between her fingers.
Father An is the chairman of the labor union of the No. 3 Knitting Factory. He is upright and enthusiastic. He worked with the factory's accountant for a year, and got a marriage certificate as a matter of course.
In the year of reform and opening up, the An family had an extra crying baby. The young couple flipped through the "People's Daily" to name their son, and finally decided on the name Anjun.
In the early 1980s, there was a new wave of doing business in China. Father An resigned from the knitting factory and opened a small restaurant outside. The business became more and more prosperous, and the small restaurant became a big restaurant. After a few years, Anjia has successfully squeezed into the ranks of "10,000 households". In this year when most families only have one radio, Anjia has already installed a brand new Panasonic color TV.
An's father and An's mother have always wanted a daughter, but the state strictly enforces family planning and prohibits having a second child. After thinking about it, the couple decided to adopt a little girl back. The two spared time to go to the orphanage, and were led by the principal to look around. They didn't find the girl they liked, but they found a boy.
This boy is called Yue Xiao. He is seven years old this year, one year older than their family's An Jun. He was raised by the orphanage so thin that he didn't have much flesh on his body, but his bones were big. In the future, it will be the tall and strong one.
"Xiaoxiao, isn't it?" Mother An touched Yue Xiao's dirty face, smiled and praised, "He looks really handsome with thick eyebrows and big eyes."
Father An was very satisfied with Yue Xiao's bright eyes, he seemed to have a smart head: "That's fine, Yunyun is spoiled by us, and we can save ourselves a little worry by having an older brother guarding us. .”
An's mother only took half a day's leave from the factory, and rushed back to the knitting factory after completing the adoption procedures. Father An's big restaurant was managed by a special person, so he didn't need to keep an eye on him all the time, he took Yue Xiao to the department store first, where he bought clothes and daily necessities, his hands were full with big bags and small bags.
As long as Yue Xiao could remember, he had stayed in the orphanage where the rice vats always bottomed out. He had never seen this kind of "buy, buy, buy" battle. No matter how he maintained the expression on his face, it still revealed how flattered he was at the moment.
"Uncle An." Yue Xiao reached out to grab the bag in Father An's hand, "Give me some of it."
"No, no, no!" Father An avoided his hand and led him out of the department store, "What do you call me uncle, call Dad to listen!"
"… dad."
Yue Xiao felt warm in his heart, from now on, he also has a family.
Although An's family has saved a lot of money over the years, the family of three still lives in the family area allocated by the knitting factory. The neighbors are close and work is close.
"We live in the second unit. Look, there is a '2' hanging on it, don't remember it wrong." Father An led Yue Xiao up to the eighth floor, put the plastic bag in his hand on the ground, took out the key and opened the door. He turned sideways and waved at Yue Xiao, "Come in quickly."
Yue Xiao picked up two bags from the ground, and carried them steadily through the door.
"My son is really sensible!" Father An happily rubbed Yue Xiao's head, brought back all the things left outside the door, and took Yue Xiao's hand, "Come on, I'll take you to meet my brother."
"En!" Yue Xiao nodded, and followed behind Father An.
"Yunyun, Dad is back." Father An pushed open the door of his son's room, saw him sitting on the bed with his back facing here, looking very depressed, so he said to Yue Xiao, "Go and see what's going on with my brother."
"Okay..." Yue Xiao slowly approached the small figure beside the bed, and walked around to his front, "Brother—"
Wen Ai raised his head, Yue Xiao couldn't make a sound.
The child looks Yuxue and is cute, but the face is wet from crying, the big eyes are full of tears, the pink lips are curled up in aggrieved way, even the red nose is pitiful, like a bewitched child. The baby cub who had been bullied hard looked sad and helpless.
Yue Xiao didn't know what emotions were stirring in his heart, but he knew that he didn't want his lovely brother to cry so sadly, not at all.
Yue Xiao subconsciously stretched out his hand to wipe Wen Ai's tears, Wen Ai quickly shrank back on the bed like a vigilant animal, and slapped his hand away.
"Hey! You are not allowed to hit anyone!" Father An saw Wen Ai move his hand, and walked quickly from the door. He was caught off guard by the tears on his face, and he paused in astonishment. He quickly sat beside him and took a picture of him. Back, "what's the matter?"
Wen Ai's eyes were red, and she pointed at Yue Xiao: "Who is he? Where's the promised sister?"
"No younger sister." Father An pulled Yue Xiao to Wen Ai, "This is Yue Xiao, and he will be your elder brother from now on. Call someone quickly."
"Brother", which used to be Zhuo Yiqing's exclusive title, made Wen Ai's brain hurt. He stood up and pushed Yue Xiao hard. Due to the excessive force, he himself fell on the bed, and he pushed hard on the bed Last shot: "He is not a brother!"
Yue Xiao was pushed down to the ground without any precautions, and there was a dull pain in his buttocks, but his heart was even more uncomfortable——
The younger brother doesn't like him.
"You kid! You're not old, but your temper is getting bigger and bigger!" Father An reprimanded Wen Ai, pulled Yue Xiao up from the cold ground, and helped him wipe the dust off his pants, "Xiaoxiao, you Don't take it to heart, brother is spoiled by us, I apologize to you on his behalf."
Yue Xiao lowered his head and whispered, "It's okay."
Wen Ai snorted with a crying sound, crawled to the other side of the bed with hands and feet, got off the ground, and ran out barefoot. He ran to the door, took a pair of Father An's big slippers from the shoe cabinet in the hallway, slipped his feet into them, and hid in the toilet.
The system slapped its hands: "This is a great showdown, I'll give you 101 points, and I'll be proud of one more point."
Wen Ai turned on the faucet without saying a word, and washed away the tears and snot on his face.
System: "The male lead didn't dare to look up just now, keep at it, I'm optimistic about you!"
Wen Ai wiped off the water from his face, stared straight at the miniature version of himself in the mirror and didn't speak.
The system sighed: "Don't have such a big resistance, as long as your task score reaches 85, make a wish, and all the memories will come back."
After a long time, Wen Ai finally nodded: "I will work hard in this world."
"Just figure it out." The system paused, "Do you want me to tell you the task information again? You kept crying when I said it just now, I don't know if you missed it."
Wen Ai was tired from tossing and leaning against the door: "Then say it again."
The system began to babble: "The male lead, Yue Xiao, grew up in an orphanage. He and the female lead, Zhao Xiuyun, were childhood sweethearts. When they were seven years old, they were adopted one after another, and they lost contact with each other ever since."
"Yue Xiao's adoptive parents are very kind to him, but An Jun, the adoptive parents' biological son, has resisted this brother from the very beginning, bullying him openly and secretly. Yue Xiao doesn't want to embarrass his adoptive parents, so he has been swallowing his anger and not saying anything."
"After graduating from high school, Yue Xiao joined the army. contacts, and built a huge business empire single-handedly."
"By chance, Yue Xiao reunited with his childhood sweetheart, Zhao Xiuyun, and the two started a sweet love story."
"Okay, I understand." Wen Ai rubbed his swollen blistered eyes with his fingertips, "Well... when will my memory be deleted by the rules?"
The system cautiously said: "In two or three days, gradually erase."
Wen Ai: "...um."
An's house has two bedrooms and one living room. It's not yet decorated in this era, and they all have white walls and concrete floors by default. Even so, Wen Ai's rabbit nest is still taken care of comfortably and comfortably by An's father and An's mother. It's a pity that the days of Wen Ai's dominance are over, and a foreign animal lives in the rabbit's nest.
"I can't wear this padded jacket right now. I'll stuff it under the closet for you." Father An packed all the new clothes he bought for Yue Xiao into Wen Ai's closet. The closet, which was already crowded, was even fuller now. Can't even close the cabinet door.
Wen Ai stood beside her with her arms folded, staring at Yue Xiao unhappily, her voice was delicate and tender like a child's: "My clothes are going to be crushed!"
"I'm sorry." Yue Xiao glanced at Wen Ai, then stretched out his hand to tug on Father An's clothes, "Dad, why don't you take out my clothes and put them in a plastic bag."
"How can I do that! Don't listen to your brother's nonsense, how can you crush the clothes so easily?" Father An patted Yue Xiao's head, "You clean it up yourself first, and I will have a word with my brother."
"Brother, come with Dad." Father An pulled Wen Ai into the living room, sat side by side with him on the sofa, and had a conversation with earnestness and earnestness. It was both enlightenment and education, so that Wen Ai nestled on the sofa without saying a word. hair.
Father An looked at the sullen Wen Ai: "Do you understand what Dad said?"
Wen Ai refused to lift her head: "Yes."
"Are you angry?" Father An suddenly stretched out his hand to scratch the itchy flesh on his waist, "Smile or not, smile or not, smile or not!"
"Hahaha!" Wen Ai laughed so hard that he couldn't see his eyes immediately, swaying his body and shrinking to the side, "I won't come, I won't come! Hahaha!"
The father and son were laughing and joking on the sofa, and the heavy and serious painting style just now changed into a relaxed and harmonious style.
After this conversation, Wen Ai restrained himself a lot, at least he would not blatantly target Yue Xiao in front of An's father and An's mother.
There was only one bed in Wen Ai's room, and when he went to bed at night, Yue Xiao was wearing a brand new long johns and lying next to Wen Ai, and the two shared a long pillow. An's mother sat on the head of the bed, told a few bedtime stories softly, and then turned off the light and left.
Wen Ai pricked up his ears and listened carefully, and when he heard the sound of An's mother closing the door of the master bedroom, he immediately kicked Yue Xiao off the bed.
"I don't want to sleep with you!" Wen Ai rolled into the middle wrapped in the quilt, occupying the entire bed, "If you dare to come up in the middle of the night, I'll kick you down!"
Yue Xiao got up from the ground silently, carefully wiped off the dust on his long johns, put on his jacket and trousers, and lay down in front of the desk all night.