Brother! This is the adoption certificate. I don't want your sister-in-law!

Su Xiao then remembered that at this time in his previous life, his relationship with his sister was quite complicated.

Okay, I have to say, childhood was really great.

Su Wanning was like a soft little dumpling back then, following me everywhere I went.

He caught cicadas and she handed him the net; he did his homework and she sat opposite him drawing, her drawings crooked and distorted, saying they were of her brother and herself.

To be honest, it's really not good when you grow up.

He didn't know when it started, but Su Wan Ning stopped talking to him much.

I don't wait for him after school, I don't look at him while we eat, and we rarely exchange more than three words.

"have eaten."

"Um."

"I'm gone."

"oh."

Su Xiao thought at the time that this girl had probably reached the age where she could be aloof and reserved.

But that's nothing, it's normal, they were both at an age where they were having disagreements.

Reasonable.

Many years later, when he looked back on this matter, he began to understand its deeper meaning.

Finally, we see a normal sibling relationship!

……

The two took a taxi home.

The car stopped at the entrance of an old residential area.

No. 108, Garden Road.

Su Xiao got out of the car and looked at the old residential building in front of her, momentarily dazed.

The paint on the walls is peeling and mottled, the security door at the entrance of the building is rusty, and the motion-activated lights in the corridor are flickering.

But as he stood there, the emotions surging in his chest were overwhelming.

This house holds all his childhood memories.

Later, his parents passed away, and he was taken away by his eldest uncle, while Su Wan Ning was taken away by her second uncle.

The house was sold, and the money was split equally between my uncles.

In his past life, he wanted to come back and buy the house back, but by the time he found the place, it had already been demolished.

Su Xiao felt a lump in her throat and quickly wiped away her tears so her sister wouldn't see.

He is now the pillar of this family, and he cannot show the slightest sign of sadness.

Su Wanning silently took out her key and opened the door.

There was a faint smell of dust in the room.

There's also the lingering scent of "home" in the air.

The furniture was still the same as before. There was a half-finished knitting piece by the mother draped over the sofa, and a newspaper that the father hadn't finished reading was on the coffee table.

Su Wanning stood at the door, watching all of this.

With just one glance, her lips trembled uncontrollably.

She quickly bit her lower lip hard, as if trying to suppress her sobs.

But the tears wouldn't listen to her; they welled up one by one and streamed down her cheeks.

Su Wan Ning quickly wiped away her tears and went into her parents' room.

The door closed gently behind her.

Su Xiao stood in the living room, staring at the closed door, for a long while.

He could guess that she had probably gone to pack up her belongings.

Let her be alone for a while.

Su Xiao sighed, her heart heavy.

But he can't dwell on his grief now, because his sister and he haven't eaten yet.

He turned and walked to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator door.

The refrigerator was empty except for a few eggs, a handful of wilted greens, and half a bag of noodles.

Su Xiao closed the refrigerator, leaned against the stove, and rubbed her temples.

Let's eat first.

He rolled up his sleeves and started boiling water.

The water in the pot was bubbling and steaming, with white steam rising up.

He cooked the only two eggs he had, and then chopped up the last few green vegetable leaves in the refrigerator and threw them into the pot.

the other side.

In her parents' room, Su Wan Ning leaned against the door and slowly slid down to sit on the floor.

She buried her face in her knees, curling herself into a small ball.

You must not make a sound.

He mustn't hear it.

After crying for a while, she slowly raised her head, wiped her face haphazardly with her sleeve, and began to pack her things little by little.

My mother's jewelry box was neatly arranged on the dressing table.

She opened it and took a look. Inside was the pearl necklace her mother often wore, and a silver ring that her father had bought when he proposed. It wasn't valuable, but her mother had worn it her whole life.

She closed the box and set it aside.

Several work notebooks lay open on my father's desk, the handwriting messy.

She flipped through it, unable to understand the dense data, but gently touched the words with her fingers, as if touching her father's hand.

Then she squatted down and opened the bedside table drawer.

On the first floor, there were several boxes of medicine and some receipts.

On the second floor, there was a photo album filled with pictures of the four members of their family.

She dared not look any longer, afraid that she would burst into tears again.

The third layer.

When she pulled it open, her fingers touched something hard.

A red certificate lay quietly at the deepest part of the drawer.

Su Wan Ning paused for a moment, then took out her identification.

Several gold characters were embossed on the cover, gleaming dimly under the light.

When she saw the words on it, she froze.

She slowly opened it, her whole hand trembling, staring motionless at the red notebook in her hand.

Only tears fell with a "plop," landing on the two glaring words "adoption."

……

The noodles are cooked.

Su Xiao served two bowls.

Two golden poached eggs rest on a bowl of noodles, and green leafy vegetables are laid on top of the soup noodles. Surprisingly, it looks pretty good.

The other bowl contained simple boiled noodles.

He placed the two bowls of noodles on the dining table, and then, worried they would get cold, he placed two plates on top of each bowl before walking to his parents' bedroom door.

"Wan Ning, dinner's ready."

There was no movement inside.

He knocked twice more.

The door opened.

Su Wanning stood at the door, looking at him expressionlessly.

Her face betrayed no emotion.

But her eyes were red, and the tip of her nose was a faint pink, as if she had just washed her face with cold water, but hadn't been able to wash away all the traces of crying.

Su Xiao didn't look at her much, and turned to the side: "Dinner's ready, the noodles are done."

Su Wanning didn't say anything, walked past him, and sat down at the dining table.

Su Xiao followed her and sat down opposite her, then lifted the plates that had been covering their bowls.

Steam rose up, carrying the aroma of eggs and scallions mixed together.

Su Wan Ning looked down at the two round, poached eggs in her bowl and paused for a moment.

She subconsciously looked up at Su Xiao's bowl across from her.

Plain noodles.

There weren't even any eggs.

Su Xiao had already picked up her chopsticks and started slurping her food, seemingly unaware that something was missing from her bowl.

Su Wan Ning pursed her lips.

She wanted to say something, but something felt stuck in her throat, a sour feeling, and she couldn't speak.

She lowered her head, buried her face in the steam from the bowl, and used her chopsticks to pick up a piece of green vegetable and put it in her mouth.

The saltiness was just right, and it was cooked perfectly.

She ate bite by bite without saying another word.

After finishing her meal, Su Xiao stood up to clear the dishes.

Su Wan Ning sat in the chair without moving, watching him stack the two bowls together and carry them into the kitchen, hearing the tap running.

She suddenly spoke, her voice not loud: "If you don't eat eggs, you'll be hungry."

Su Xiao paused in front of the sink for a moment, without turning around: "I've already eaten."

"There's none in your bowl."

"I ate it from the pot."

Su Wanning fell silent.

Su Wan Ning felt that her brother had changed a lot.

There was little sadness or tears in his eyes.

Instead, something else has been added.