When did we become accustomed to this kind of impoverished life?

Did you learn to take care of your younger brother from the time you can remember?

Is it because you are always ridiculed by others when you go to school?

I still only eat meat a few times a year, and my clothes are always worn out before I change them. I am often sent to my uncle's house to be a laborer and a punching bag.

There's a saying that "poor children learn to be independent early." He Yuan believes he was precocious, having been required to be frugal, independent, and excellent since childhood. He doesn't complain about being born at the wrong time, but such a life seems like a stagnant pool.

He Yuan thought life would continue like this, and his fate would be like that of countless poor children: finish high school, go to university, find a decent job, start working 996, hand over his salary to his family to support his younger brothers' schooling, and perhaps until he is 35 or 40 years old, get married, have a kind wife, have an ordinary child, and then live a boring and monotonous life until the end.

However, on an ordinary afternoon, he received a call from his parents, who told him that his biological sister was not actually his biological sister, but rather the daughter of a wealthy family.

He Yuan still remembers that the sun was blazing that day, and the cicadas were chirping noisily outside the window. When he hung up the phone, a wave of emotion washed over him. He thought to himself: How wonderful, a delicate and fragile girl is about to leave the slums and start a new, affluent life.

At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder what his biological sister would be like. He had heard that heiresses from wealthy families were all domineering. Would she be as kind as Xiaoyi? Would she be smarter than Xiaoyi? But it didn't matter which sister he had. He would always be a good older brother. That was his responsibility.

At that time, He Yuan had no idea that the gears of fate had already quietly turned, and that his life would change.

...

About a week later, He Yuan returned home. When he got off the bus, he could see the dilapidated neighborhood, the peeling paint on the perimeter wall, and the construction crew in the distance.

Everything around him was still as noisy as ever. If someone else lived here, they would probably have gone crazy from the noise long ago, but he had lived here for more than 20 years and had long since gotten used to the noise.

Today, a black luxury car that has never been seen before is parked outside the community, as if a thief living in the community stole it.

Upon entering the house, he saw his mother talking to his adopted sister, who was about to be taken away. The two embraced and wept, a scene of profound sorrow that inevitably made him feel a little reluctant to part with her.

Watching his younger sister grow up, he was filled with worry as she was about to leave the family. He had heard that wealthy families were always complicated, and he was also worried that she would suffer unspeakable hardships if she went back.

So he stepped forward, as if programmed, and words of comfort came out of his mouth, mature, steady, and responsible.

He's so skilled at coaxing people that he's forgotten the last time he was coaxed.

In the end, the adopted sister decided to stay another night to comfort her mother.

He Yuan had some things he wanted to say to his adopted sister, such as "Be careful when you go to the Cheng family," "You can come back if you are wronged," "You can come to the school to find me if you need anything," etc., but when he opened the door, he saw his adopted sister humming a little tune and picking out clothes. She was so engrossed in her conversation that she didn't even notice his presence.

She was very happy.

It is the joy of finally getting rid of this family.

He Yuan closed the door and chuckled.

The next morning, his adopted sister left in a black luxury car, as if she had escaped from a quagmire. He remained calm and undisturbed.

until--

The doorbell rang, and a girl who looked like a porcelain doll walked in. She smiled brightly at them, her red lips curving upwards.

"Hello, I am He Jing."