Goddess has no way

what does he mean?Do you think you can't get a wife for your brother?

Outrageous!

"Do you know Zhao Xiaojing's background?" Gu Mingling asked, his tone sounded awkward.

I said, "Writer."

Gu Mingling pursed his lips and smiled, his appearance was so handsome that he exploded: "Brother, let me ask you, what is your uncle's position?"

I looked at the ceiling and thought for a while, then replied, "I'm a leader at the top level."

Gu Mingling nodded: "Zhao Xiaojing's father is the top secretary of the municipal committee, and her mother is the director of the Women's Federation. Do you think her parents will let their daughter marry a poor boy who doesn't even have parents?"

I was tongue-tied for a moment.Xiaoling's words stabbed my self-esteem like a sharp knife.

Gu Mingling didn't notice my slightly changed expression at all, or maybe he did, and deliberately pretended not to see it, only to see him continue to say: "Zhao Xiaojing only met you when I heard that you are my brother."

I frowned and thought: Is my brother some awesome character?

I took a look at him and felt that the answer was no, except that he was tall and handsome, he was just a brat.

Me: "Oh."

Indifference is the biggest neglect of 13.

Gu Mingling obviously didn't intend to have an in-depth conversation with me. He turned around and walked towards the computer desk, leaning there, keeping a certain distance from me, so that it would be more convenient for him to be condescending to me.

"Brother, don't meet Zhao Xiaojing anymore."

I didn't bother to talk to him, so I said something to him: "Children don't care about adults' affairs." Then I left.

Lying on the bed after taking a shower, I regretted my behavior of being "a poor godfather" and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

There was the sound of pattering rain outside the window, and I looked at the somewhat peeling ceiling in the dark, recalling every bit of myself in this house when I was a child, the age of this house...is it older than me?

The first time I met Xiao Ling was when I was 15 years old. At that time, my father’s career was in full swing. He had been widowed for many years. Many people introduced him to him, but he fell in love with Xiao Ling’s mother at first sight.

At that time, Xiao Ling was sitting on the steps in front of the house, wearing a children's baseball cap, bowing his head and not speaking.

I went up to him and asked, "Why don't you go in?"

Xiao Ling probably didn't like to deal with people by nature, so he just raised his head and glanced at me, then concentrated on studying the ants on the ground.

I handed him a game console and told him: "I am my brother."

"This will be your home from now on."

"Come on, let's go find Dad."

In the first two months when Xiaoling came to my house, she was very serious about her birth, and she didn’t make out with anyone. On the contrary, Xiaoling’s mother was so warm to me from the very beginning, which made me feel like I haven’t felt maternal love for a long time. Somewhat uncomfortable.

Xiaoling's mother's enthusiastic management and long-sleeved skills made her father trust her more and more. It wasn't until the company's accounts went wrong that my father knew that the person next to him had tampered with it. Unfortunately, it was too late.

After learning the news that his family property had been evacuated, his father, who had always had a bad heart, had a sudden myocardial infarction and was hospitalized.

At this time, Xiaoling's mother was nowhere to be found, so I had no choice but to leave behind my heavy schoolwork to take care of my seriously ill father.

Xiao Ling has always been by my side. Although I have hatred for that woman, Xiao Ling is innocent. I have always treated him as my own, not only because of the two years of getting along, but also because of his eyes. Reminds me of myself as a kid.

In the end, my father did not survive that winter. Xiaoling and I stood in front of my father's tombstone, feeling that the world was vast and nothing was left.