A marriage contract: a genius, a black father

There is no lock here, and there is a pebble path when you enter the door, and there are flowers next to it, one pot after another, very beautiful, Fang Buddha rushed towards him with a breath of spring, and a picture of family relationship appeared in front of Xia Chenxi's eyes.

It seems like a seven or eight-year-old girl is playing around in the flower garden. A teenage girl is wearing a pink princess dress with a garland. Another teenage girl is wearing a light green skirt. She has picturesque eyes and looks familiar. It feels like the youngest little girl is crying and calling her sister, chasing her for a wreath.

The two elder sisters were very mean, and they kept teasing the younger sister. The younger sister chased them crying, but she fell down and cried loudly, attracting a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, who then reprimanded the two girls.

The two girls hid aside and stuck out their tongues, hurrying to comfort their sister.

Who knows, the younger sister, ghost spirit, got up from the ground with a swish, and took off the wreath from the eldest sister's head. She didn't look like she was crying, she was smiling very happily and joyfully, and she could tell from a young age that her facial features were very charming.

She is Xia Qing, she is a few years older than Xia Qing.

The girl in the pink princess dress is her older sister, with picturesque features. The girl in the light green dress is her. She is only one year older than her older sister. She is taller and more mature than her older sister. They look like she is the older sister. They are all sisters.

That boy must be my brother.

Another scene in front of my eyes, the two girls are leading the younger sister to swing in the garden. The younger sister likes to be stimulated the most, and she likes to be pushed high by her older sister. She will scream every time. The chain broke.

The little girl fell off the swing, quickly turned over in mid-air, yelled, and ran to the boy like a blaster to complain that her brother and sister were bullying him again.

The boy said, Chenxi, Chenxue, don't bully your sister.

Little Xia Chenxi stuck out her tongue and waved her fist, making a gesture to hit little Xia Qing. Little Xia Qing made a grimace and hid beside the boy. Little Chenxue stuck out her tongue and pulled Xia Chenxi out to ride a bicycle together.

Seeing that her sister didn't take her with her, the little girl ran up, crying and shouting, and followed them like a follower.

The boy was reading at the side, occasionally seeing his sisters laughing, the corners of his lips were very gentle.

Those pictures are very vivid, and the characters in the pictures are also very vivid. It seems like it happened just yesterday. She looks like a little girl. She has never experienced so much wind, frost, rain and snow, so much betrayal and hurt.

Just, a carefree little girl.

Playing around with her sister every day, enjoying childishness, this villa must have carried too many joys and sorrows for her, and there must be a past that she cannot discard. Why, she lost it so cruelly.

Xia Chenxi, you shouldn't, you shouldn't forget your siblings.

Xia Chenxi blamed herself endlessly, her heart was beating like thunder, like a stormy sea, she kept beating her chest, letting go, it was a memory that would never fade, so impressive, so worth remembering.

It turned out that Xia Qing didn't lie to her.

She really has so many siblings, really three sisters and one brother.

Her relatives, but now only their sisters are left.

This is not a hallucination, in her memory, she walked into this villa, and it was full of memories, but it was just a childhood memory, a slightly older memory, very few, very few.

In my memory, in this villa, she just looked like a child, not grown up.