"Thanks."
She didn't refuse.
Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief, his soft lips curled up slightly, and he tilted the umbrella towards Ban Shu, leaving most of his shoulders exposed, allowing the rain to wet them.
The crackling raindrops bloomed into crystal clear water droplets on the dark umbrella surface.
This is the sixteen years since Jiang Chen died.
The happiest day.
Even though he had silently rehearsed countless times for this day, he still couldn't help but feel that he was so lucky.
Pan Shu noticed that his shoulders were wet and whispered, "You're all wet."
"Well, it's okay. I'm a boy."
He can protect his sister.
"Are you also a student at Incheon Middle School?" Pan Shu looked up at the boy's handsome and soft features, and inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity. "Then you should know Jiang Zhao."
After entering puberty, Jiang Zhao's appearance became even more intense and unrestrained, like a blooming camellia. Every time he came back, his schoolbag was filled with a pile of love letters.
However, the young man in front of him was different from Jiang Zhao. He was at the other extreme.
Jiang Zhao's is strong, but his is light.
With her smile, she seemed like the cleanest and purest white water lily in the world.
She is ignorant of worldly affairs, spotless, and yet she is the most dazzling.
No one can deny the richness of his color.
Jiang Chen was quiet for two seconds, his breathing slowing down. He murmured, "Hmm," and said, "The teacher always praises him, and his classmates like to make friends with him. Everyone likes him very much."
Jiang Zhao grew up in a loving environment.
Even though he had a dull personality as a child, thanks to Panshu's eleven years of careful companionship and care, he is now warm, enthusiastic, energetic, and full of life. No one can dislike him.
Pan Shuyu curled her lips proudly, "He is a very good child."
The young man gripped the umbrella handle tightly, his knuckles turning bluish white, and under the thin skin on the back of his bony hand, blue blood vessels could be vaguely seen. He could barely maintain the well-behaved and gentle smile on his face.
What about me?
elder sister.
Pan Shu noticed the boy's depressed mood and asked again, "What's your name?"
Jiang Chen paused, "My name is Jiang Chen, sister."
He looked at Panshu hopefully. Would she remember him?
The sinking of ups and downs.
It's the name his sister gave him.
"Oh. That's a nice name." Pan Shu raised her eyes and looked at the high-rise buildings in the residential complex before her. She suddenly asked, "How did you know I live here?"
Jiang Chen raised his head, then frowned again, "I guessed it. Sister, please go home soon."
Pan Shu stood under the eaves, looking at the tall and thin figure of the young man. Her heart suddenly ached for no reason. She called out to him, "...Jiang Chen."
The boy slowly turned his eyes to the side, "Hmm?"
"Thank you for taking me home. Do you want to go upstairs and have a cup of tea? The rain is getting heavy. Let's wait until it stops." Ban Shu said.
Jiang Chen curled his lips slightly, dimples appearing on both sides of his cheeks. He put away his umbrella and walked to Pan Shu. "Really, can I come to your house to take a look?"
There was a hint of uneasiness in his tone.
When she got closer, Pan Shu discovered that his pupils were brown.
It's like a thin layer of fog covering the dark pupils, blurring the true emotions within.
"Why not?" Pan Shu asked with a smile.
The elevator door opened, and Pan Shu pressed her fingerprint. She took out a pair of disposable slippers from the cabinet and gave them to Jiang Chen. Then she walked to the refrigerator and asked him, "What would you like to drink? Black tea or milk?"
Jiang Chen, standing at the entrance, looked at another pair of neatly arranged slippers and pursed his lips slightly.
He changed his shoes and shook his head, "Nothing."
Pan Shu brought a can of milk and placed it in front of Jiang Chen. Seeing him looking towards Jiang Zhao's room, she smiled and said, "That's Jiang Zhao's room. He never likes to close the door."
Of course he knew that was Jiang Zhao's room.
Jiang Zhao's room was spacious and cozy. The quilts on the bed were a set and clean, and even the color was the same as the paint on the walls of the room.
The shelves are filled with exquisite and expensive figurines, as well as many books printed in foreign fonts.
And the river sank.
He doesn't have his own room.
He had been living in that damp and dilapidated woodshed, like a dog, without a spacious bed or soft bedding. He had only endless suffering and beatings to endure.
Jiang Chen had never been jealous of Jiang Zhao.
He just felt that.
Maybe he was just a little unlucky.
"Your face is so red, do you have a fever?" Pan Shu noticed that the boy's school uniform was soaked. He might have been caught in the rain and had a cold and fever.
Pan Shu stood on tiptoe and reached out to touch his forehead, which was indeed burning hot.
She frowned and found a few clothes with the tags still on in Jiang Zhao's closet. "I'm going to get some antipyretics. You should change your clothes first. These clothes are new and have never been worn. The bathroom is on the left."
Jiang Chen's height is not much different from Jiang Zhao's, but he looks thinner than Jiang Zhao.
After changing into soft and clean clothes, Jiang Chen lowered his eyelashes and obediently took the medicine handed to him by Ban Shu.
"Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't take medicine," he said.
"How can I not take medicine? My body will burn out."
But……
Jiang Chen's life was originally worthless.
When he was very young, he was beaten by an old drunkard and his eardrum ruptured. Blood flowed from his ear and covered his face. At that time, little Jiang Chen was terrified, afraid that he would die. He secretly took the old drunkard's medicine. He didn't know what to take, so he just took it randomly.
After being discovered, he was beaten again.
Jiang Chen is in so much pain.
But no one cares.
Even if he died like this, no one would care.
Banshu poured another cup of warm water and scooped a spoonful of honey water into the water.
Time seemed to favor her. Eighteen and twenty-eight, there was no difference. Her hair was casually tied with a shark clip, her skin was white, her features were delicate, her posture was elegant and noble, and her eyes held a gentle and cold affection.
Born to bewitch people.
Jiang Chen lowered his eyes to hide the burning emotions surging in them.
This is his sister whom he has been dreaming about for ten years.
"If the medicine tastes bitter, drinking some honey water will make it less bitter." Pan Shu thought that he disliked the bitterness of the medicine and did not like taking it.
Jiang Chen held the cup and lowered his head to ask, "Is this honey water made for Jiang Chen?"
Pan Shu smiled and said, "Yeah, is there anyone else here?"
So sweet.
It was sweeter than the cup Jiang Zhao gave him.
Jiang Chen's brows softened, and he curled his lips, "Sister, that's so sweet."
Just as Ban Shu was about to stand up, she accidentally tripped over the carpet under the coffee table and fell towards Jiang Chen.
The boy was quick to grab Banshu's slender and soft waist, and his slender hands kept tightening subconsciously. Due to inertia, Banshu's lips gently brushed against the corner of the boy's lips, which had just drunk honey water.
Sweet and soft.
At that moment, Jiang Chen's heart was beating like a drum.
“Click.”
The door behind him opened.
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