In the middle of the night, Yu Xinghe tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
Maybe I drank a little too much last night, and I slept all afternoon, so I feel restless and not sleepy at all.
I sat up from the bed, feeling so sad that I had no way to relieve it.
She tilted her head to glance at the person sleeping soundly in the bed next to her.
There was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth and she looked peaceful in her sleep, as if she was having a sweet dream.
Yu Xinghe decided to go out and relax.
He got up quietly and groped in the dark.
Thinking that there wouldn't be many people outside in the middle of the night and that she couldn't walk far, she casually put on a chiffon jacket over her nightgown and pinned her short hair behind her head with a shark clip.
After leaving the B&B, there were indeed only a few people on the street.
The barbecue restaurant was doing quite a booming business, with several strong men sitting around the large square table at the door.
There were also some delivery guys working the night shift, whizzing past on their bikes.
In a strange city, on strange streets, life is complicated.
Yu Xinghe lowered his head and walked aimlessly.
Trying to relieve the sadness in my heart through this disorganized route.
Unconsciously, she left the smoky street.
Taking off his flip-flops and holding them in his hands, Yu Xinghe let the soft sand pass through the gaps between his toes.
She looked at the beach carefully, avoiding a few small sand crabs that were walking sideways.
The sea breeze blew up her nightgown, making a rustling sound.
The beach was deserted.
The waves surged, and white waves rushed onto the beach again and again, covering her ankles.
Her heart was inexplicably calm and her body was completely empty.
When I was tired of walking, I found a swing by the sea and jumped on it.
The amazing thing was that the swing seat was not cold at all, as if someone had just left it not long ago.
Her legs dangled in the air, and the swing swung slightly back and forth with her movements.
Some sand fell from my feet to the ground, and the wind caressed my skin, making my body and mind feel happy.
The entanglement and depression of that night seemed to have left her far away.
Yu Xinghe took out his cell phone and looked at the screen quietly.
In the call log, there was still a record of the phone call that his father had made to him in a rage a few hours ago.
Blaming her for not being able to stay at home and take care of her brother.
It was as if she was born to take care of Yu Xinghai.
She was angry at the time.
She was emotionally broken and didn't even want to care about Yu Xinghai, who was always causing trouble.
She finally understood that drinking to drown your sorrows only makes you more sorrowful.
Her screensaver is a photo of her, Yu Xinghai, and Zhou Jingyan when they were children.
At that time, Yu Xinghai was only three or four years old.
An innocent smile, bright sunshine, Yu Xinghai pulled Zhou Jingyan's hair and bullied him, while she smiled and stopped him.
The days back then did not make her feel as depressed and breathless as they do now.
Parents’ scolding, teachers’ expectations, and younger brother’s reliance.
Everyone reminded her again and again to be sensible and well-behaved.
From the day Yu Xinghai was born, her parents asked her to give in to her younger brother in everything.
Even if it wasn't her fault, she had to bear it.
Over time, she no longer defended herself.
She didn't understand the blatant favoritism when she was a child.
By the time you understand, it's already too late for you to control yourself.
When she clicked on the message box, she found that Yu Xinghai had secretly sent her a voice message a few hours ago.
Yu Xinghe looked at the red dot and couldn't help but click on it.
A somewhat childish voice came from the receiver of the mobile phone.
"Sister, don't take what our parents say to heart. It's my fault."
"I heard those brats talking bad about you behind your back. I'm sure I can beat them next time I see them."
Yu Xinghai rarely calls her sister, and 99% of the time he calls her by her name.
Only when he didn't do well in the exam and needed to find his parents, or when he caused trouble, would he run over and hug her arm and call her "sister".
Or the kind that is reluctant.
So when she heard Yu Xinghai call her sister, she was a little stunned.
She curled her lips slightly and played Yu Xinghai's voice over and over again.
The young boy's voice echoed in the empty seashore, easing the bitterness in her heart.
Behind the swing is a row of white fences.
It is covered with many vines and has small white flowers of unknown origin.
No fragrance or taste.
"Stinky girl, are you annoying? Are you thinking of going to heaven if you don't sleep so late?"
From the other side of the fence, a male voice reached her ears.
She was slightly tipsy from the sea breeze and vaguely felt that the voice sounded familiar.
"Brother, brother, I miss you."
A cute little baby voice came out, and it seemed to have a hint of crying.
He was driving with the loudspeaker on.
"Stinky brat, go to sleep and don't bother your brother."
Just by listening to the voices, you can imagine the daily interactions between a strict brother and a soft and cute sister.
After listening for a while, Yu Xinghe couldn't help but click his tongue.
This person really doesn't know how to appreciate what he has!
How she wished she had such a lovely sister.
Instead of Yu Xinghai, the little devil.
After the call ended, the boy breathed a sigh of relief.
There was a "click" sound, like the sound of a lighter.
Immediately afterwards, the faint smell of tobacco floated in the air.
Yu Xinghe has always been sensitive to and hates the smell of cigarettes.
Through the gap in the fence, she glanced at the boy who was separated from her by a fence.
The silhouette was mostly hidden by the lush leaves, and he looked like just a young boy.
"Learning to smoke at such a young age, do you think you are cool?"
"I want you to mind your own business?"
The boy's voice came over, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
Yu Xinghe pursed her lips.
She just meant to complain, but she didn't expect anyone to hear it.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
There was a long silence. When she thought the boy behind her had left long ago, he spoke again.
But he asked a strange question.
"What do little girls like? The kind that's three or four years old."
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