I want to confess my love, and I have been in love with her for a year. Today I must confess my love to her. I stood at the school gate and waited for her to finish school with excitement and nervousness. I wrote a love letter on light pink letter paper, and handed it to her after a while, and then confessed my sincerity.

She is here! She is approaching me! She is smiling! She is carrying a big backpack behind her, wearing a T-shirt and a pair of ragged jeans, and wearing a pair of sneakers. She looks youthful and energetic. Her face is filled with a happy smile. Although there is a light pink scar on her face, it does not affect her smile at all, just as warm as the wind in spring.

I took a deep breath, plucked up the courage, and handed the love letter forward: "Senior sister, please accept me!"

"Ah?!" She stared at the love letter in my hand.

I looked at her expression nervously. Should she reject me or accept me? What if she rejected me? Just when I was nervous, unexpectedly she took my love letter. To be precise, she excitedly snatched the love letter from my hand.

"Love letter? Love letter!" She read the love letter excitedly.

Does she do this mean she accepts me? I felt a little happy.

"Oh - Love Letter! I haven't received a love letter since I was 16 years old! It's been 6 years! I've forgotten what it feels like to receive a love letter! Woo - Great, Love Letter! Oh - Love Letter!" She jumped around excitedly holding the love letter.

"Haha--If you like, I can write love letters to you every day!" I said excitedly.

"Senior brother, thank you! I will keep this love letter well! I will definitely not let others discover it!" She said seriously, as if she had swears.

Love letters, why do they make them look like confidential documents?

"Senior sister, I..." I held her hand excitedly, I wanted to confess, I wanted to confess!

"Let go!" A cold male voice interrupted my confession. The voice was chilly, as if it was from hell, with a hint of anger.

The jade hand in my hand quickly pulled out and hid it behind me. She turned around and looked at the source of the sound and smiled, "Why are you here?"

The black hair combed back highlighted the man's deep facial features like a mixed-race child, his black eyebrows flew slanted, his nose bridge was firm, and his skin was a wheat-colored color. Although he was wearing a simple casual outfit, he still exuded extraordinary domineering aura. He must be a not simple man. He looked at me horizontally and was so scared that he took a step back. Why did I see murderous aura in his eyes?

"Who is he?" He grabbed Weier and hugged her waist.

Who is he? Why is he so intimate with Weier?

"He is my junior!"

"Senior brother?" The man raised his eyebrows and looked at me coldly.

"Yes! Why are you here?" Weier sneaked at him and put the love letter into her backpack.

"What is this?" The man grabbed her hand and snatched the love letter.

Weier yelled dissatisfiedly: "Hey—that's mine!"

"Love letter?" The man frowned unhappily. Then he turned his head and looked at me coldly, "What he gave it to you?"

"Hey - what's your business! Give me back, the love letter is mine!" Weier jumped up and grabbed the love letter.

"Lin-Wei-er!" The man gritted his teeth and called her name.

"What are you doing?" Weier said with her hands in her waist and staring.

I was so moved. In order to defend our love, Weier is not powerful and evil. I am so moved!

"Sister--" A childish voice interrupted their glare and also interrupted my intoxication.

"Cheche!" Weier smiled and picked up the little boy running towards her.

"Call mom--" the man said coldly.

The little boy looked at the man timidly, then looked at Weier who was holding him. "Mom..."

"Don't call!" Weier glared. "I said that I want to be Cheche's sister, not mother!"

"You were his mother!" the man roared.

Weier slapped her lips, her eyes were filled with tears, her face was full of grievance, and her voice choked: "You... are mad at me! Woo--I knew that you would change your mind. Now you think I am a yellow-faced woman..." She buried her face in the little boy's neck, shaking her shoulders, feeling pitiful.

"No!" The man's face eased.

"...I can't blame you for this. We've been almost seven years! It's normal for seven years to have itch. It's normal for you to dislike me as a yellow-faced woman... Woo... I'm old, I'm old... Woo..."

Seven Years Itch? Why do you say that? Could it be that they...

The man looked innocent and said softly: "Wife!"

Wife? They - they - I looked at them in surprise. The child called Weier's mother. Could it be that they were married? Impossible! The little boy looked like he was five or six years old, and Weier was only about 16 years old at that time. Did she get married and have children at that time?

The man snatched the little boy in Weier's arms and put the little boy on the ground. He turned and hugged Weier tightly. Weier leaned on his shoulder and sobbed. "Wife, I don't, I'm just angry that you accept his love letter..."

"I haven't received a love letter for a long time. I miss the feeling of receiving the love letter. I just savor it. I can't do it?" Weier said, biting the man's shoulder hard, while the man looked painless and itchy, letting her bite itch.

"Oh!" The little boy walked up to me with a mature look on his face. "You'd better give up!" The little boy patted my butt and said.

He was only five or six years old, but he seemed to be in his twenties. I paused and looked at him. What a cute little boy. His thin white skin, his big eyes were spinning and turning, his long eyelashes were blinking, and his beepy and pink cheeks made him unable to help but want to pinch his red lips as pink as petals. "What's your name? Little brother!"

"Long Che!" the little boy replied with a sweet smile.

"How old are you this year?"

"Six years old!"

"Oh! You are so cute!" As he said that, he stretched out his hand to pinch his cheek. But suddenly there was a stinging pain on the back of his hand, which made me take my hand back, stroke the back of my hand, and looked at the little boy in confusion. He-Long Che narrowed his eyes and said with a naughty smile: "My face is exclusive to my mother! Others can't pinch it!"

"You are... the son of the senior sister?"

Long Che smiled and nodded, looking proud.

"So big?" I dare not believe it. It is difficult to digest this amazing fact.

"Yes! Mom married my dad at the age of 16!"

"Your dad..." I aimed at the cold-faced man. Could it be him?

"Yes! That old man is my dad!"

"Old man?" The man was only about thirty years old.

"He is 16 years older than my mother! Humph, he is the worst and always takes over his mother!" Long Che pouted and complained.

He is 16 years older than Weier? I looked at them in shock.

After Wei Er finished biting, the man whispered: "If you want a love letter, I'll write it to you! OK?"

"Really?" Weier looked excited. The tears in her eyes had long disappeared.

"real."

"Never copy books?"

"Never copy books!"

"One letter a day?"

"One letter a day!"

"It's best, I have to hand it to me in the school uniform of a high school student!"

"I don't have a high school uniform!" The man twitched the corners of his mouth.

Weier smiled and patted her chest, and said heroically: "Don't worry! I'll handle this!"

"Wei-er-" The man's face was a little gloomy.

Weier raised her eyebrows and smiled, "What? Don't you?"

"Yes!" The man gritted his teeth a little.

"So good! Haha!" Weier fell into his arms with a smile.

The man spoiled her very much! Weier seemed very happy too.

"Oh! He is also very pitiful, and he was eaten by his mother!" Long Che shook his head with his little hand on his back and sighed. "He can be cruel to anyone and indifferent to anyone. But he can't do anything to his mother!"

"Your dad loves your mom very much!"

"Yes! So I was bullied so badly!" Long Che smiled gloatingly.

"Your father was bullied, are you happy?" I raised my eyebrows and looked at him. Such a son is so weird!

"Of course! He was bullied, so he didn't have time to bully me! Hugh—" Long Che giggled, laughing happily.

What kind of family is this? Is this child really six years old? Three black lines appeared on my forehead.

"Cheche!" Weier waved and called Long Che beside me.

"Mom!" Long Che returned to his six-year-old childlike appearance and ran towards Weier.

"Be good! Let's go home!" Weier pinched Long Che's face and said with a smile.

"Okay!" Long Che smiled and hugged Wei'er's neck tightly, nodding and smiled.

"etc!"

Weier smiled and walked up to me and said, "Senior brother! Thank you! Sorry, I'm married! This is my husband, this is my son! I've accepted the love letter and I will save it well. I hope you can find a good girl!"

"Goodbye!" The man stretched out his right hand coldly, and I smiled bitterly and stretched out my right hand to hold on to the "love rival". With him, Weier would definitely be very happy.

"Okay! You're leaving!" Weier smiled, hugged her son, and pulled her husband around and walked.

All the good girls were taken away! Alas! I looked at their backs dejectedly as they walked away. Long Che crawled on Weier's back and looked at me. He blinked at me naughtyly and stuck out his tongue.

Why? Are you happy to see my broken heart? Bad child, I don’t understand my brother’s broken heart at all.

"Oh—pervert!"
To be continued...