C2 (1/2)

In the autumn of 1996, when the leaves were turning yellow due to the autumn wind, the six-year-old Gu Qing was pulled out of the car and stood in front of the Gu family iron gate. She had a head of black hair that fell straight down to her waist and spread out behind him like seaweed.

After six years, he finally found out that he still had a daughter. Suddenly, the missing love for his father filled his heart, so thick that it wouldn't melt away. The normally cold and serious Gu Hua Nian was somewhat helpless, especially when he saw her large eyes brimming with tears, and after a long time, he waved his hand behind him, ”Jun Yang, bring your sister back to her room to rest!”

”Yes, Father!”

The teenager called Gu Junyang appeared in response. He took the luggage from Gu Qing's hands and reached for the small cloth bear in her hand, but she quickly avoided it. A warm, friendly, and joyful voice rang in Gu Qing's ears. ”I'm Gu Junyang, your big brother. I'll have your big brother to take care of you in the future!”

He stretched out his hand towards her. Gu Qing foolishly stared at his small hand. After hesitating for a long time, she slowly extended her own hand. The warm feeling on her fingertips was soft and powerful.

At this moment, the autumn was thick, cold and dry. The flowers and plants were withered and yellow, and the sky was even darker and darker. It was as if, at this moment, the dust in her swaying world had suddenly settled.

In Gu Qing's eyes, from that moment onwards, there was only this brother of her. His smile was gentle and brilliant, and his warm palm seemed to foretell the end of time.

”Big brother, I want to go home! I miss my mother! I miss my grandfather!”

”Big brother, I like this!”

”Brother, there's no class in the afternoon. Can I attend the event with you?”

”Big brother, can you send me to school? My classmates all want to see you! ”

”Big brother, what are you giving me for my birthday tomorrow?”

”Big brother …”

He didn't know how many nights he had woken up from this dream. That autumn, his heart was still stuck in his chest. Gu Junyang's warm and smiling eyes were still swaying in front of his eyes.

At the same time, a familiar masculine scent permeated her neck. Sorrowless' pretty eyebrows were deeply creased as he sleepily kissed her neck. ”What's wrong, why can't you sleep again?”

Gu Qing nodded and shrank back into Xiao Mo's embrace. ”Xiao Mo, it hurts …”

He kissed her tenderly, teasing her with his very fine, long kisses, looking at her quivering, lovely pink that made him content, coaxing her in a low voice like a child.