After listening to her words, Zheng Chen put her in the wheelchair as instructed. She looked into Zheng Yu's eyes, perhaps because she knew she couldn't see her own appearance. For the first time, her eyes showed confusion and sadness: "Xiao Yu, do you know what you are doing?"
Zheng Yu stretched out his hand, placed it on Zheng Chen's chin, and gently held her face.
"Sister," she smiled, "it's been many years and I've caught up with you."
When Zheng Chen heard her words, he froze on the spot, but couldn't help laughing.
Her sister had been weak since she was a child. She got seriously ill when she was ten years old and was bedridden for more than half a year before she could get out of bed.
At that time, Zheng Chen had just returned to Zhennan from Xiao's family in Moxi. Her family tried hard to treat her well, but Zheng Yu's condition was really serious. No matter how caring Aunt Lan and her father wanted to be, most of their thoughts were focused on her. On Zheng Yu.
Thirteen-year-old Zheng Chen walked into the backyard, sat on the neem tree, lit a fire, and quietly looked at the busy family members in the main house.
After her mother passed away, her uncle took her back to Moxi and lived there for another four years. In the short two years she lived in Zhennan, she was not familiar with these "family members" and were just strangers living together. Now that she came to Zhennan Mansion, this group of strangers were alienated and forced to be friendly, which saved her the trouble of communicating with them.
In Zhennan Mansion, the only one she cared about was the little girl lying on the bed, dying of illness, her sister Zheng Yu.
During the two years she lived in Zhennan Mansion, she spent most of the time living in seclusion in the backyard with her mother, either helping her mother raise medicinal herbs, or learning the Four Books, Five Classics and simple martial arts under her mother's guidance. In the entire Zhennan Mansion, only the young Zheng Yu would secretly climb up the wall and look at Zheng Chen from afar in the courtyard.
Her bangs are soft and soft, and the exquisite headdress on her head is worth a lot of money. Her clothes are well-tailored, and her identity can be known at a glance. Zheng Chen always knew that she was there, but he didn't know what to say to her.
Until one day, the snow-white soft little head on the wall looked at her and asked timidly: "Um, may I ask, what is the book in your hand?"
Zheng Chen raised his head from the chess table and put down the Book of Songs in his hand: "This is "Poetry", haven't you learned it yet?"
Zheng Yu's face turned red instantly. She shook her head and poked her head into the wall, unable to read the written content clearly.
Zheng Chen knew that she just wanted to talk to her, so he raised the corner of his mouth, stood up and handed the book to Zheng Yu.
Zheng Yu took the book, and on the page he opened it was "The Quiet Girl".
"The quiet girl is waiting for me in the corner of the city. I love you but don't see you. I scratch your head and hesitate..."
Zheng Yu's face turned redder after he read out one sentence. Isn't this Jingnu who lives in the corner of the city the same person she is lying on the wall watching Zheng Chen every day?
Zheng Chen took it up naturally: "Jingnu is a prostitute, but I am Tongguan. Tongguan has Wei, and I say that the girl is beautiful."
As she spoke, she took out a red reed tube from her front and handed her a bottle of soapy water.
"Here, this is the bubble tube I made myself. You can blow it and see."
Zheng Yu took the "tong tube", dipped his head in the soap water, and blew a string of small bubbles into the sky. She looked at the colorful bubbles flying in the sky and couldn't help laughing. She looked at Zheng Chen, her feet jumped with joy, her body suddenly lost her balance, and she was about to fall from the wall.
Zheng Chen in the courtyard glanced at the wooden house behind him where his mother was taking a nap, then quickly jumped out of the backyard and hugged Zheng Yu who fell.
Zheng Yu was caught by her and couldn't help but raise his head, but hit Zheng Chen's chin, almost causing Zheng Chen to bite his tongue. Before Zheng Chen could feel the pain, the soapy water in Zheng Yu's hand splashed out with a splash, right on her face.
Seeing Zheng Chen being splashed with water, Zheng Yu became nervous, his already white face turned pale, and his lips couldn't help but tremble. She didn't dare to move. Before she could think of an apology, tears were already falling.
Zheng Chen was stunned when she cried. Zheng Chen quickly let go of Zheng Yu and asked carefully, "I'm sorry, does it hurt?"
Zheng Yu shook her head desperately while crying. She cried so hard that she couldn't speak. Tears flew down and fell on the back of Zheng Chen's hands. Zheng Chen was really shocked. While hugging Zheng Yu to calm her down, he whispered in her ear to comfort her: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong, Xiaoyu, don't cry."
Zheng Yu couldn't stop crying when she heard her voice, but when she heard Zheng Chen say the word "little rain", she wiped away her tears, sniffed, looked at Zheng Chen with tearful eyes, and whispered: "……elder sister?"
Zheng Chen hugged her and nodded firmly: "Yes, I'm here. Xiaoyu, please stop crying, okay?"
Unexpectedly, Zheng Yu cried harder. She hugged Zheng Chen back, buried her on her shoulder, and cried until she had snot and tears.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu sister...wuwu..."
Zheng Chen was so panicked that she didn't know what to do. She patted Zheng Yu's back, but her hair was tugged by Zheng Yu's headdress. She wanted to pull it out, but it became more and more messy. She accidentally pulled a lot of it, and she immediately said "Ouch!" shouted.
Zheng Yu gasped and opened his big eyes. Seeing Zheng Chen covering his hair and grinning, his tears turned into laughter.
"Sister, your hair is so messy."
Zheng Chen pulled her hair a few more times, looking like she was about to cry. She sighed in frustration: "Oh, but I don't know how to comb my hair."
After she said this, Zheng Yu happily wiped the snot and tears from his face. He no longer cried or was sad, but said happily: "I'm coming!"
She happily trotted up behind Zheng Chen, untied the red ropes from her long hair, and inserted her soft little hands into Zheng Chen's hair as a comb, combing her hair one by one.
While Zheng Yu was combing his hair, he handed Zheng Chen a small mirror. Zheng Chen looked at the neat hair in the mirror and couldn't help but marvel at Zheng Yu's skillful hands and asked: "Xiao Yu, is your name Zheng Yu? How old are you this year?"
Zheng Yu put a red rope on his wrist and wrapped it around one side of Zheng Chen's hair: "Well, my name is Zheng Yu, and I speak in 'Yu'. I am six years old this year, where is my sister?"
Zheng Chen looked at Zheng Yu's eyes in the mirror and said, "Zheng Chen. Ding Chen's Chen."
Zheng Chen sat on the tree and watched the people in the room finally disperse. She ran out of the backyard, opened the window, and jumped into Zheng Yu's house.
"Xiaoyu, are you still awake?"
Zheng Yu opened his eyes vaguely, saw Zheng Chen's face, and tried to smile.
"elder sister……"
Zheng Chen smiled and gestured "Shh" to her. She smiled and took out a bottle of bubble water and a Tong tube from her front.
"When you get better, let's go blow bubbles together, okay?"
Zheng Yu took Zheng Chen's hand, pursed his lips, and nodded vigorously.
"Sister," she whispered when Zheng Chen came over and put the bubble water under her pillow, "when the time comes, we will go together. You go and help me chase the bubbles."
Zheng Chen looked at her, smiled and held her hand.
"Okay! I'll chase the bubbles, and you chase me. I'll give you all the bubbles I chase."
