Section 5

That night was exceptionally dark, yet Hao did not return home until very late. My father remarked that this boy did not know where he had run off to again. A sense of unease crept over me, prompting me to rush downstairs to search for him. It was then that I heard the sounds of children playing in the small woods behind the yard. This was not unusual; there were always some boys who bullied others, relying on their numbers. As a modern-day heroine, I would not stand by idly; upon encountering such a situation, I felt compelled to intervene. I quickly ran towards the direction of the sound, only to find Hao being besieged.

I indeed experience some stimuli that suddenly remind me of forgotten matters, including the fact that Kehao and I are not biological siblings. At that time, I was not very young, so I can clearly remember some details

I recalled what happened during the day, and along with Wei Chixiu's remark, you really don't look alike at all. However, Hao replied, saying that we are not biological siblings to begin with.

The female doctor said, "Alright, be still, close your eyes obediently, and when you wake up, nothing will have happened."

This is something to be upheld for a lifetime

In the depths of my mind, I do not know how many memories of my parents and childhood were sealed away during that self-hypnosis, but upon awakening, I am certain of one thing. Mo Kehao is the only, unparalleled family member I have in this world

Later, I changed schools, and my father also took the opportunity to change our household registration surname to Mo

At the age of 8, I sat at the dining table, my small feet constantly rubbing against each other. I was already very hungry, but the uncle across from me, who had just become a father, was still unhappy over a trivial matter. He said with a stern face: "Xiao Hao, from now on you should call Auntie 'Mom' and call Jing Shui 'Sister', do you understand?"

Kehau, the day after tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and I really want to be happy

Happy New Year, sister

I cried loudly for a long time before I could calm down

Finally, when an adult passed by, they scattered in a rush. However, Mo Kehao began to cry loudly; he touched my swollen face and said, "Sister, how can they hit you?" In that moment, his eyes shone particularly bright with tears, like the stars in a fairy tale. I suddenly felt that Mo Kehao was the little boy I needed to protect

In my memory, Kehao was very thin as a child, yet he had very hard bones that seemed to lift his small body. His eyes were beautifully single-lidded, but always cold and hard, and his thin lips were perpetually pressed into a line of defense, resembling a small beast afraid of being hurt. I dared not approach him. During meals, he always sat far away from my mother and me, silently shoveling food into his mouth. I would cheerfully offer him vegetables, and he would glare back at me as if to warn me, then push them aside. After school, I would wait for him at the door, watching him desperately try to hide as if his bottom were on fire, and I would joyfully chase after him. Over time, I began to feel the dullness of this child, and just as I was preparing to find another playmate to compete with him, things took a turn for the better, much like a twist in a novel.

The little boy named He Tushu Kehao had a very tense expression on his face. The one with a personality, his mother chuckled and said: "Xiaohao, don't mind your father, you can call her Auntie as well, let's eat first"

Father Mo immediately showed a look of astonishment, repeatedly saying: "Alright, alright, look at me, the child is starving." At that moment, Mother's expression was one of being moved to the Pacific Ocean; she never dreamed that her daughter, whom she thought was clever, was actually bowing down for three dou of rice.

I am trapped in the illusions of my childhood

I am sorry. He lowered his head and kissed my forehead

Happy New Year, Kehao

Kehao, you are the closest person to me in this world, so please do not remind me of the fact that we are not biological siblings. This makes me feel very desperate

Kehao hugged me tightly and said: "Sister, please stop scaring me. The way you hypnotize yourself is very frightening. You keep sweating, trembling, crying one moment, laughing the next, and sometimes you are extremely quiet."

When I woke up, the room was very dark, and the lamp in the study was off. My eyes and head felt as if they were about to split open from pain. I struggled to sit up to pour myself some water, and the shadow curled up in front of the bed moved slightly, startling me into a scream: "Kehao! Kehao! Kehao!" The shadow quickly lunged forward and embraced me, its voice seemingly tinged with tears: "Sister, it's me. I'm here, don't be afraid."

I fiercely lunged forward and bit the boy's hand, causing him to scream like a pig being slaughtered. I held onto Kehao's small body tightly, shielding him in my embrace: "Who dares to bully my brother? Haven't you heard of Mo Jingshui, the female hero? You are simply asking for death; I will take you down one by one." Those little boys were no gentlemen; they shouted and charged at me, their small fists raining down on me like raindrops in the south, cold and painful. Kehao was protected beneath me, and I tore into them like a mad lion, my small frame somehow possessing immense strength.

I recalled events from my childhood, and unexpectedly felt a sense of happiness. Three years ago, when my grandfather took me to see the psychologist and the librarian, that kind woman smiled and asked me: "Jing Shui, shall we forget the unhappy things, the things we do not want to remember, and the things we do not want to face, together?"

That sentence pierced my heart like a thorn

10 years ago

I respond well, I want to forget everything that has happened in the past fifteen years, whether sad or joyful, I do not wish to remember any of it

Since that day, I suddenly gained a loving father, a cool younger brother, and a whole family of grandparents. The feeling of having a father is not bad; at least I no longer have children pointing at my nose saying, "You are an illegitimate child." All of this has made me love this father, who came into my life unexpectedly, even more.

A boy playfully teased: "What’s wrong with me scolding you, Mo Kehua? You’re just a child whose mother has died!"

The two father and son across the dining table were in a stalemate, neither of them moving their chopsticks. I was extremely hungry, and the food smelled delicious. He cautiously raised his head and asked, "Mom, Dad, may I eat?"