My brother and I are twins. My brother has always been more mischievous, while I'm quieter. Dad didn't seem too happy about our birth, though that's just our opinion.
I have an older sister who is five years older than us. After we were born, she went to the upper realm with our master, so she went out to explore on her own before we even started to remember things.
I heard that my brother and I are rare twins in the Azure Dragon Kingdom. Because we are our parents' children, we are very much loved, even to the point of being as pampered as our parents.
As the elder of the twins, I naturally had to be more composed. This was evident from the day of the banquet; my younger brother only cared about food and gold, while I valued books and weapons more.
When we were four years old, our parents took us to the upper realm to find our older sister, and we naturally stayed there as well, where we began to study.
When I met my sister again after several years, we didn't feel like strangers at all; in fact, we felt very close. This is probably because of our blood ties.
In the past few years, my brother and I just played around in the college where my sister studied. Later, when my parents started teaching at the college, we began to study.
My mentor was the dean of the academy, my parents taught there, and my brother and I were the youngest children in the academy. So, we were the most adorable little darlings in the academy.
Every day after we got home, our arms were stuffed with all sorts of things. Those things were gifts from our senior brothers and sisters. My younger brother never hesitated to accept gifts, while I went from refusing at first to having no choice but to accept them. So I just let it be.
This might be how senior students express their affection.
Days passed by like this, and my brother and I grew up day by day.
When my brother and I were nine years old and my sister was fourteen, an old man suddenly appeared and took her away under the guise of becoming his apprentice. We only spent five years with my sister before she left.
Later, I heard from my mother that the old man was a deity, and that it would only bring benefits for my sister to become his disciple, as she would be destined to go to the realm of gods in the future.
At that time, we had a very vague concept of the divine realm. We didn't know what the divine realm was. We only knew that my sister had been taken away by him.
After my sister went to the realm of gods, my parents started their own world, leaving my brother and me in the care of my grandparents and my master. Of course, we were already nine years old and didn't need much care anymore; we were perfectly capable of taking care of ourselves.
It was during this time that I met a little girl, who was my second master's daughter, Xiao Yaoguang. Since my master and aunt were both teaching at the academy, this little girl often ran around the academy. Everyone knew that this little girl was my master's daughter, so they doted on her.
I remember that time, I was reading in the pavilion when I accidentally caught a glimpse of a little glutinous rice ball walking towards me. At first, I didn't pay any attention to it because there were no children that age in the college. I thought it was just someone's family member visiting.
But then that little guy walked up to me, looked up and called me "brother," and only then did I turn my attention to the little dumpling. Bathed in the light, the little dumpling looked so soft and cuddly, wearing a little red cape, with two tiny little pigtails perched on its head—it was incredibly cute.
"Brother, are you alone?"
I nodded almost unconsciously at the time, and only later did I learn that this little one was my uncle's daughter, Yao Guang. From then on, I could see the little one every day during my regular reading time. I would read, and she would eat, and the two of us would not disturb each other.
After finishing eating, the little guy naturally stretched out his little hand in front of me.
"Brother, wipe your hands."
As someone who has been a clean freak since childhood, I felt extremely uncomfortable at first, but I gradually got used to it.
The three-year-old little one still walks unsteadily, but she often runs behind me. Sometimes she falls down and cries. As her older brother, I can't just stand by and watch her fall, especially since she's my uncle's little one. Every time she cries, it takes me a long time to comfort her.
At first, I just couldn't bear to see her cry, but I gradually realized how adorable this little one's smile was. Those two dimples on her cheeks were so sweet. And since she always liked to follow me around, I figured I should take extra care of her.
Years later, Dad and Mom returned. That year, my sister turned eighteen, and we threw her a grand coming-of-age banquet, but she still didn't come back. Just after Dad and Mom ran away from home again, my sister suddenly appeared. She was still a little sad because she didn't get to see them before they left.
But isn't parting just for a better reunion next time?
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