About my hopeless brother and sister

"No, I'm just an ordinary person."

I looked at Song Yixin and said, "Nothing has changed."

"Yeah, I can see that too. Nothing has changed, it's still the same Qin Feng."

Song Yixin withdrew her legs as the chair returned to its original position, then stood up, looked outside, laughed bitterly, and said, "It seems like there's no way to dispel the scandal between us, and there seems to be someone outside listening in now."

I spread my hands helplessly and said, "No way, even if we tried to explain it, there's no way to explain what happened at that time, right? There's no way to explain the knee pillow or anything like that, right. Besides, this kind of thing is definitely getting darker and darker, there's no way to explain it at all, plus what happened before..."

I paused and looked at Song Yixin's reaction, Song Yixin's smile was the same, unchanged and, it seemed, a little brighter.

"Actually, I'm fine with it. Qin Feng, would you feel some problems?"

Song Yixin looked at me, spread her hands, laughed bitterly, and said, "After all, the city is out of options on this matter. I really can't handle it anymore."

"If you don't have any problem with it, then I won't have any problem with it either."

I nodded, if there was nothing wrong with this kind of thing with girls, there was even less of a problem with boys. As long as the girls weren't ugly, guys wouldn't be upset about such things. And the object of my gossip was the flower of Gao Ling, Song Yixin, which simply only added to my glory.

Song Yixin laughed, ran a hand through her hair, then sat back down, pushed her chair back, tilted her head and looked at me with a light smile, and with a touch of charm, she said, "So, do you want to do it again?"

I looked at Song Yixin's face, tilted my head, and said, "Then, okay..."

Previously, Song Yixin had said there was someone outside. Is this scene being watched from outside? Or does Song Yixin want to make it for the outside world? I actually do think that the people outside are so boring too, but since Song Yixin doesn't care so much, then I can't say anything. I opened my eyes and looked at Song Yixin's lowered eyes, the gentle flowing eyes, the hair slowly hanging down by my ears, the originally short hair had now become half-long, Song Yixin's hand gently stroking my head, her eyes so gentle and flowing, like the bubbling spring of spring.

"Song Yixin?"

I called out softly.

"Well? What's going on?"

Song Yixin smiled softly, the corners of her mouth so beautifully curved.

"It's nothing."

I closed my eyes again, relaxed my body, and simply, just enjoyed it.

"Oh..."

Song Yixin laughed softly, her gentle and soft hand with the warmth of a young girl's, flowing around my cheeks, like flowing water, like silk, like beautiful jade, like everything that is beautiful in this world. Why I'm somewhat obsessed with this feeling is because, only here, I'm able to not think about anything, I'm able to not worry about anything, I'm able to be here and enjoy peace and quiet.

By the time I said goodbye to Song Yixin and went back, it was already dark. With the recent shift in time, I could already feel the distinctly dark night shortening for a long time. The student council meeting that needed lights on in order to continue was no longer needed at this time. I looked at my watch, but if I went back at this time, I was probably going to be attacked by three hungry people. Or two, or one, Qin Lan has recently adopted the same policy as me regarding late study, as long as the grades are good, then you can skip it, but Qin Lan will still go to late study, maybe it's still necessary for her to study.

I, on the other hand, have already broken down, I just finish my homework and then casually flip through the book. To say that, I had thought that studying was the whole life of high school, even if it wasn't, as long as it was also 80%, in fact, if my high school was like that, I think my high school was really the kind of life where nothing happened, that kind of life should be very easy, but not necessarily better than my current life.

I bought my groceries and walked slowly back along the street. I watched the neon lights on the side of the road, and the pedestrians hurrying along. The red sign on the curb stained red all that passed underneath, including myself, including my exhaled breath. The red light, the light of time, the light that says the calendar invented by man, the light that is, time running on footprints.

At this time of year, the exhaled breath is no longer so cold, the outfits of the crowds on the road are not so thick, and the street vendors, too, are becoming denser. The snow and ice accumulated during the winter has completely melted away, flowing on the ground and soaking the flower pond. The weather was warming up, and it was almost May.

That 100-day countdown, at this time, is less than halfway through. Originally, I looked at the big "99" and thought it was still a long time, but time really just a little bit eroded that string of numbers, when I did not pay attention, in the corner I did not see, a little bit, eroded the last time I and the chairman together.

We stayed together for ten years, we lived together for ten years, we watched each other grow up, we held hands with each other. We lived together for a really long time, so long that I took it for granted, so long that I thought we were going to live together like this, so long that I didn't even think about the day we'd be apart, so long that, I now look at that short month and tremble and fear. Fear.

The president is leaving.

She's going to leave my side.

The strong figure who has always been by my side is about to let go of the hand that holds me back and head off on her own to a strange city, with a few strangers, to start a life of her own.

There was still so much I hadn't told her, Akira, so much I hadn't taught her. I've always felt like there was still time, I've always felt like we had endless time, I've always felt like I could have put it off a little longer, I've always felt like I could have looked at her smiling face a million times more and fooled around....

We won't be separated.

She doesn't know how to cook yet, she doesn't know how to clean her room yet, she doesn't know how to do laundry yet....

There's so much I haven't told her yet. There's so much I still want to tell her, I haven't seen enough of her, the bantering smile, the flirtatious words, the warmth that held me when I was sad and in pain, the firm body that was always behind me at all times. Obviously not as tall as I am now, but I'm still relying on her.

Is my sister, my own sister who has always taken care of me, about to leave like this?

Yeah, yeah, it's a certainty. It's a certainty that this will happen, that I will leave her, that she will wave at me from the train and the plane with a smile on her face, and that I will have to hold back my tears and continue to put on my carefree face and wish her a safe journey.

But that safe journey I would never want to say, I would just say.

"I'm back."

"Mommy, look at that big brother crying."

A child's call suddenly came from beside me and I suddenly reacted at this time, I didn't know when my vision started to blur and when I had been sitting on the ground against the wall on the side of the road. I sniffled and laughed bitterly in my heart, why, was I suddenly sad at this time? Obviously I thought it was already replenished on Song Yixin's side, but why am I still in so much pain when I see the time?

There's nothing I can do to stop this, I can't stop time, I can't stop my sister, and I can't stop what's going to happen. Song Yixin is right, people's power in this world is limited, I'm nothing, I have nothing, I simply, can't change all this, I can only see what I can eat for dinner.

In the future, I'll be the only one for dinner, I'll be the only one in the house, and I'll be the only one for everything after that. Without that figure, it's all just me.

"Ah, to be able to pick up a brother here."

Suddenly, there was a voice above me, a voice that had been echoing in my brain a thousand times. I looked up, and that smiley face was right in front of me, overlapping with the bantering smiley face in my brain, which was in front of me, holding out a hand to me and saying, "I don't know what happened, but it's still not good to have your own brother crying here. I'm your sister, no matter what, so what's the matter, later, cry at my place."

I looked up at her face, dumbfounded at the face that I had seen so many times, but was still amazed.

"What are you looking at, brother? I'll be embarrassed to look at me like that... So my brother has been thinking about me all along? Well don't worry then, sister will always be there for you."

The would-be president reached out and held my hand tightly, forcibly pulled me up, patted the dirt off me, then held my face and said with a smile, "Whatever's going on, just go back and tell me. I'm just worried about how my brother hasn't come back yet, it's nice to come out and pick up a brother, I guess I'll have to come out more often."

The chairman gently brushed away the tears from my eyes, then took my hand tightly, stepped forward and said, "Come on brother, no matter what happens, I'll be there for you."

I followed behind the president as she followed in her footsteps, just as I had done when I was small, small and pulled so strongly through the streets and through the crowds, pulled tightly through the years and through fate. It was this hand, this person, that carried me, through time.

I was naive enough to think this was forever, but time was bound to flow and we were bound to be washed apart by it, and I couldn't see a destiny in our future together.

"Together forever?"

I repeated softly.

"Yes."

The would-be president seemed to hear as she gripped my hand more firmly, looked ahead, and said firmly, "Brother, no matter what happens, you know that we will be together. Because that's what our past is, and our present is, so it must be, too, our future."

"Really?"

"Of course, did my sister ever lie to you? No matter what happens out there, no matter what happens among us, we're all sisters and brothers. No matter what, no matter how far away, no matter how old we are, if you cry, I will be the first to rush to your side."

The council president vowed. I lifted my head and looked at her back, her long hair following her master's movements, she was never like this, no matter what, she was always so confident and relaxed. Probably, it was because of this that I trusted her immensely and relied on her.

"If our positions were flipped now, this would be a handsome thing to say, wouldn't it."

"Yeah?"

The president thought about it, then laughed out loud and said, "I can't help it, brother, it's such a presence that I need to take care of."