Jiang Zhiyao probably found out she had an older brother when she was four.
At the time, she couldn't understand what the word "brother" meant. She only thought there was one more person living in the house, and that her room would feel smaller.
Back then, neither of them understood that they were siblings. At most, they were strangers living under the same roof.
And so they grew up without building any kind of relationship.
Jiang Zhiyao probably first understood the weight of the word "brother" during a summer vacation when she was ten.
The day before school started, she discovered something that sent her into a panic.
She had somehow lost her summer homework.
To her as a child, it was like the sky had fallen.
She didn't dare tell her parents, afraid they'd scold her, but she had no idea what to do. She could only sniffle by herself, trying not to cry.
"What are you doing?"
Just then, her brother held an electric fan toward her, blowing her hair all over the place. She could barely cry with the wind in her face.
"None of your business."
She hated him because she felt he was completely different from her. Even if the sky fell, he'd still look completely unconcerned.
"Don't tell me you didn't finish your summer homework! Haha!"
He laughed loudly, as if he were making fun of her.
Jiang Zhiyao couldn't hold it in. She burst into tears, and then she saw her usually fearless brother panic.
The fan was still blowing, but sweat kept pouring down his forehead.
"Don't cry, don't cry! I didn't mean anything by it. You can tell me if something's wrong."
He tried desperately to comfort her, and she managed to stop crying.
They sat there together for a long