My name is Lin Fengjing, the biological son of Lin Fan of Lin Group, a high flyers and a teenager with infinite wisdom. My brother's name is Yongxia. He came to live in our home when I was four years old. He loves my younger brother very much, and I also regard him as my closest brother.
My brother's parents are both dead, and I live in this beautiful and warm home and feel my brother's sadness. I am also a pessimist, why are all sentimental, but I always bloom the most beautiful smile in the closest person. They all think I am very happy, but they don't know that I also have my heart.
The girls I like are Xinle and Gong Xinle. From my sensible since unconsciously like, the reason is that my brother came to my home on the first day, I saw my brother's face of sorrow, eyes forced red forced red. The feeling of seeing my brother at first sight is not disgust, but like. I like to play with him. However, my brother is not fond of playing. He is calm and often thinks about problems. As for calmness, when I was a child, I accidentally threw Xinle's butterfly hairpin to the river, where Xinle cried, and I scratched my hair hurriedly. Only my brother Yongxia stood there watching. Then a man started to run away. Because Xinle was crying there, I didn't go away. In a short time, after seeing my brother holding Xinle's butterfly hairpin, I realized that my brother took it at the end of the river. Seeing Xinle's smile, I also smiled. But my brother still stood there calmly, and he didn't often laugh.
My brother will have a share of what I have, and my father and mother will give me love, and my brother will have a share, exactly the same, no more, no less, just as much love as me. I am not jealous that my brother is just like me, and I also want to give him the best things in the world, my brother, Yongxia.
I often play tricks on Xin Le, and every time she cries out unwillingly. Every time I know that only by finding her brother can she stop crying. My brother's words can make Xin Le laugh, but I, no matter how much I say, have no use. I also know that where my brother is, Xinle is there. Every time I always find Xinle through my brother.
In my impression, I still deeply remember that at twelve o'clock on the night of my brother's birthday, my room was next to my brother. On that day, I heard a noise in my brother's room, so I ran over. In the cold winter, I shivered with cold. When I saw my brother hiding there crying, I didn't feel cold. My brother is crying, and my heart is inexplicably sad. He is crying clearly, so he can burst into tears. Children who are less than ten years old like him are sensible and keep their voices down and secretly cry. I feel sorry for my brother's action. I hugged him, and tears fell down unconsciously. I also learn from my brother to lower his voice and cry, which makes me feel bad, but I still insist. I sobbed and said to my brother: Brother, I have been there! I've been there! As long as my brother doesn't