In the incident of Mohist school, Alai's injuries were not healed, so he should stay at home to have a rest and not go out with his brothers. However, because his sister stayed behind, he didn't stay for leisure.
Unexpectedly, that time he left, it became his farewell to his sister.
When he heard of his sister's death, he was still so miserable that his whole life collapsed completely.
Zhuo ran thought of those past events, tears could not stop surging up, "Alai, sister, I hope you have a good time."
"I'm happy now." Alai smiles, but his eyes are shining with tears. Now he doesn't have to hide his love for Zhuoyue. To be honest, he loves Zhuoyue.
He can not scruple in Zhuoyue's room, cleaning for her, wipe the throne, he can accompany her at will.
Zhuo ran knew that this was Alai's obsession. He couldn't persuade him. He looked at the sky and tried to endure tears.
"Ramon, I think I'm going to attack you soon."
Alai sneered, "although we don't do business now, the rest of these people are old and disabled, but it's not easy for them to move us."
"Better be careful. Lai, if you have anything else to do, I really don't have to do it in my life. "
"Don't worry, I'll take care of you and won't let them succeed."
"OK, but I still want you to leave with me."
"I'll ask you in a moment. If anyone wants to go with you, he will go with you. If he doesn't want to go, don't force him."
"Good."
"Go upstairs and have a look."
Zhuo ran nodded and climbed the bamboo stairs.
Alai watched Zhuo ran go upstairs and turned to leave.
Zhuo ran stood at the door of his sister's room. After a while, he reached for the door and turned on the light.
The room is clean and tidy, and there is a bunch of flowers in the vase on the table, just like my sister did before she died.
My sister has a habit of cleanliness and likes flowers. Her room is always clean and spotless, and when she is there, she always picks a bunch of flowers.
Zhuo ran looked at the flowers, some trance, as if her sister was still alive, and as if those terrible things had never happened.
It wasn't until I left the bunch of flowers and landed on the black-and-white photos on the cupboard that I came back to reality.
The woman in the photo is very young, very beautiful and has a sweet smile.
Zhuo ran stepped forward and picked up the photo frame. The tears he had just endured fell down.
"Sister, I'm back."
My sister's appearance before she died flashed in my mind. She looked at him with tears in her eyes. Her dry and pale lips were full of blood. Her lips moved slightly, repeating the pronunciation of a sentence - live!
At the moment when she closed her eyes, she was speechless and found a very weak pronunciation: "Lai..."
He knew that his sister wanted him to take good care of Alai after he survived.
However, when ah Lai learned of his sister's death, he had already buried himself here. He couldn't take ah Lai away.
Myanmar is a tropical region, even in winter, it will not be cold.
But the night wind in the mountain is cool.
Zhuo ran stood motionless in front of Zhuo Yue's throne. One stop was an hour.
A light cough came from behind.
Zhuo ran turned and saw Alai standing at the door.
Calm down and walk over.
"How's it going?"
"No one wants to go, but Uncle GUI, they are old and in poor health, and the medical conditions here are not very good. Take them out."
"Good."
Zhuo ran left his sister's room and just went down the bamboo building.
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