"Welcome next time!"

With a shopping bag in our hands, my sister and I left the clothing store with a sincere smile from the shopping guide.

My sister took my arm and walked beside me. After seeing my sullen expression, she suddenly laughed and asked me,

"Brother, what's the matter, are you unhappy?"

I gave her a speechless look,

"Do you think I can be happy?"

"Why aren't you happy?" My sister looked at me with a bright smile, with a bit of treacherous expression on her face, "We have another couple outfit, shouldn't we be happy?"

"Is this a couple's outfit?" I stopped, then turned around, stood in front of her, and lifted the shopping bag in my hand, "It's clearly women's clothing, isn't it!"

"Didn't you say that this white sweater looks good!"

Sister bowed her head, her voice was small, with a bit of grievance,

"I don't want to wear the same clothes as you, so when we go out, others can see our relationship at a glance, and then there will be no more girls running to talk to you!"

"I..." I instantly widened my eyes, "Which one of your eyes saw a strange girl come to talk to me, a college student like me who doesn't know anything, so you treat me like a treasure. !"

"Who said you can't do anything!" The elder sister raised her face, "In my eyes, my brother is omnipotent!"

Saying that, she also opened her arms and spent a big circle in the air, a pair of my abilities are as big as the circle she drew.

"What can I do?"

I raised my hand and touched my nose lightly, my eyes erratic looking into the distance.

Compared with my three brothers, I seem to be the least promising.

When Liu Xinyue was a sophomore in high school, he began to get in touch with the daily operations of his father's hotel. Wu Lingfeng... Wu Lingfeng's family is rich. Although he looks cynical and condescending on weekdays, it is not difficult to see the bills he has posted in the space from time to time recently. Guessing that he should have found a part-time job that interests him.

It's only me, it's been almost two months since the start of school, and it still seems to be such a mess!

"Brother's abilities are great!" My elder sister stood on tiptoe in dissatisfaction, "Compared to my freshman year, you are much more powerful than me!"

"If everyone compares to you, then the world will improve!"

I murmured in a low voice, and couldn't help but complain about my sister.

"What did you say!" My elder sister smiled restrained, then stretched out her hand, grabbed my collar, and tugged hard, "Do you dare to say it again!"

"Uh..." I was staggered by my sister, and my face was in front of her pink and pretty face. Looking at my sister who was squinting and gnashing her teeth, she smiled a little guilty.

"I said, yes, if everyone was like you, how lovely the world would be!"

"Humph! You are acquainted!"

"Yes, yes, I know each other!" I flattered my sister with a smile, and took the initiative to change the subject, "By the way, you said that I have great abilities, but I don't know that in your eyes, I have those abilities? "

"You?" My sister squinted and looked at me out of the corner of her eyes, "You know how to hug me, kiss me, and touch me all day long. That's probably all you can do!"

"Are you serious?" I looked at my sister in disbelief. "So this is my character? Why do I feel like this character is so 'jerk'?"

"Isn't that right!" The elder sister covered her mouth and laughed softly.

After laughing to herself for a while, when she saw my depressed expression, she slowly restrained her voice, and at the same time restrained the smile on her pretty face, and turned to look at me with a worried look,

"Brother, are you... angry?"

I shook my head gently, "No, I'm just thinking about things!"

"What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about what I've done in college so far!"

"That's too much!" My sister sniffed gently, "But I'm in a hurry. Do you want me to tell you one by one?"

"Do you remember?" I looked at her in surprise.

"Yeah!" My sister nodded, then raised her hand and poked her head gently, "It's all in it!"

"Then tell me!"

"Well..." My elder sister pondered slightly, "Then let's start with the most impressive one. First of all, it's our relationship. With my disdainful efforts, you were finally succeeded by my coquettish tactics... …”

"Wait a minute, I also have to contribute to the further advancement of our relationship!"

"But I do the most!" My sister put her arms on her waist, raised her head unreasonably, and pointed at me with her small nostrils.

Just when I was going to refute her, she changed her expression of indifference and waved at me indifferently,

"Oh, isn't that not the point, do you still want to listen!"

"Listen, tell me!"

With a speechless smile on my face, I reached out and touched her forehead dotingly.

The elder sister shrank her neck slightly, with a lovely expression on her face that she enjoyed very much. She didn't continue until after I finished rubbing her head,

"After half a month of military training, you joined the photography club and met Qianqian, Mengmeng, Xiaoman, An Xin, Liuli and Sisi, as well as your roommates, teachers and people who can be called by name. My classmate who doesn't have a name but is familiar with me, you went on a trip with me, and went home to see my mother. When I came back, I also participated in a basketball game and a photography exhibition, which were highly praised. By the way, you also designed Before we sold our couple's outfit and sold it with drawings, you sold an iPhone to a cat, and we had a fight..."

Life is like a book, everyone has a pen, dipped in the ink of time, taking himself as the protagonist, and recording the experience bit by bit.

And those things that you forget after a few times will naturally remain in the books of those around you.

Short-term memories are always disrupted by some daily scattered fragments of life, but if you stretch the time and review yourself, for example, the past five, ten, or fifteen years of experience, etc., you will find that , the reason why you are like this today is not accidental.

My sister carefully helped me sort out what happened after I went to college. However, what surprised me was not how much I had done, but... She remembered my experience better than I did myself.

The stories of ordinary people are always divided into two volumes, the first volume is his carefree autobiography, and the second volume becomes a group novel that includes himself, his wife, and his children.

But there is only one volume of my story, and there are only two strong characters. Life is like this. Two-dimensional vertical painting and three-dimensional modeling are not good or bad, it’s just personal preference.