My father loved a kind of flower. When I was a toddler, he often put my brother and me on his shoulders and weeded the flower while singing the Japanese song "The vast mountains are capped with capes, and the sunset is always summer."

Those delicate flowers often bloom at dusk, and at night in the seaside village, there will be unexpected storms. At this time, my father will come to the courtyard with an umbrella to protect the delicate and pale flowers from the wind and rain.

I was very worried about my father, but my brother told me not to worry about these useless things. My brother would not get up and sit by the side to wait for my father, so my aunt was the only one waiting with me.

My aunt is really a good monster. If she were an ordinary human being, there might be many good men vying to marry her.

"Miss Azi." My aunt put a feather fabric on me and sat next to me.

I watched the rain falling from the eaves, and then looked at my father's figure in the darkness.

"Auntie, what is father doing?" I asked.

"Master Mi is protecting Xiyan." My aunt answered me, her feathers patting my back softly.

"What is Xiyan?" I continued to ask.

"The sunset is a kind of flower. The place covered by Master Mi's umbrella is the sunset." My aunt answered me in the dark.

I blinked and tried to see the flowers under my father's umbrella clearly: "But I can't see clearly what Xiyan looks like. Auntie, can you tell me what Xiyan looks like?"

My aunt smiled softly and answered me: "Xiyan is a small, beautiful white flower. Miss Azi, why don't you wait until the weather clears tomorrow to have a look."

Small...white beautiful flowers. I wrote it down. When I woke up the next day, I got up and ran to the place where my father held an umbrella. At that time, I had no idea what Xiyan was. I always felt that my father

The flower you like should be very, very beautiful.

So, I ran to that corner to take a look. I originally thought I could see clusters of beautiful flowers, but under the early morning dew, the flowers protected by my father all lowered their heads, as if they had been tortured by the night's wind and rain.

, not the father, but these flowers.

Those flowers were all withered. Their withered appearance was as ugly as dead fish washed ashore by the waves. The brown petals were soft and droopy, and the leaves also became ugly.

I couldn't help but feel sad. My father's protection was of no use at all. Why should I protect these flowers that didn't want to bloom? Why did my father want to protect such flowers?

I was angry and sad and tore off the dead vines and leaves. I thought, this way, my father would not come out again during the next storm.

But I was wrong. About a few days later, I was awakened by thunder, and the first thing I did was to run to the edge of the courtyard to see if my father was up.

The familiar figure appeared in the same position again. I was shocked and uncomfortable. I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

There was a rain curtain between me and my father. The rain curtain became denser and denser, and I could hardly see my father clearly.

"Father!" I couldn't help shouting.

The figure didn't move, but I still didn't give up and continued to call him loudly.

"Father!"

"boom!"

Along with my voice, a huge thunder sounded. I was so frightened that I fell on the edge and hit my head on the door. The pain made me burst into tears.

"Fool."

Another bolt of lightning flashed across the dark sky, and I looked up and saw my brother beside me. He bent down and pulled me up, gently rubbing the back of my head with his hands. My hands were sticky, but his hands were very, very cold.

I couldn't help but want to pull out my hand. I forced myself to endure the pain in my head and the coldness in my hands, and slowly stood up.

"Brother?" I looked at him doubtfully.

My brother pressed his cheek against mine. His hot cheeks were wet with sweat, as if he had just come out of hot water. I couldn't help but reach out to touch his forehead, but he grabbed my hand.

"It's okay." My brother's voice was a little blurry in the rainy night.

"But...but...my brother's face is so hot. Is he feeling uncomfortable?"

"...I'm fine." My brother didn't care about this.

I don't know when my aunt appeared next to my brother. She brought an umbrella to him. My brother let go of my hand and hugged me.

"Let's hold an umbrella together and go to find father." My brother's voice was very ethereal.

"Brother? You..." I was not used to his action, so I struggled instinctively.

"Aren't you going?" my brother asked, letting go of his hand.

My brother... seems to be different from usual. However, he is indeed my brother... I leaned close to my brother and held the umbrella handle firmly: "Go! Let's go find father together. But, my brother is very uncomfortable, right?

if it is like this……"

"I told you I'm fine..." My brother said, avoiding my eyes.

"Really?" I asked.

"If Miss Azi is really worried, let Master Xi wear this dress." Auntie thoughtfully brought a dress.

My brother could only put on his clothes, so my brother and I held umbrellas and walked from under the eaves to my father. I never thought that this journey was so long. The rain pattered on the umbrella, and I was very scared, because

My hands were desperately holding on to the handle of the umbrella, and I felt that the rain would weigh the umbrella down.

"Don't be afraid." My brother hugged me tightly, "Brother is with you."

That was the first real conversation between my brother and I. That day, after seeing my father, I threw myself into his arms despite the heavy rain.

As you can imagine, the result was that my brother and I both caught colds.

My father cooked a pot of very bitter medicine for us. My brother drank it without frowning. I couldn't help but tremble all over while drinking the medicine.

My father laughed and asked us why we did this. I hesitated and couldn't tell, for fear of being scolded by my father.

But my brother——

"This idiot ripped off Xi Yan a few days ago. I guess she wants to know the result."

After being told what I was thinking, I was extremely embarrassed: "Brother!"

My brother returned to his cold demeanor, as if his gentle demeanor didn't exist that night. He glanced at me lightly, and then looked out the window.

My father laughed again, picked me up, let my brother hold his hand, and walked to the courtyard.

It was already night at this time, and the moonlight filled the courtyard. The small cluster of white flowers bloomed quite well, and looked beautiful under the moonlight.

I was shocked: "W-what is going on?! I obviously..."

My father put me down and just smiled without answering me. I had no choice but to look at my brother, and his cold look became another obstacle that prevented me from asking him.

My father put me down and put his big hands on my and my brother's heads: "Azi, this flower is called Xiyan. It blooms at dusk and withers the next morning. Its fragile flowers cannot withstand the wind and rain.

Fight, but I really want people to cherish me."

"Father..." I was still a little confused.

"Stupid..." My brother turned his head to look at me, and his long voice seemed to show that he was in a good mood, "Father, he is thinking about mother."

"Eh?" I really didn't think of going here.

Speaking of mother, my brother stopped talking. I looked down at the little flowers and suddenly felt very guilty. So I bowed deeply to the flowers.

"I'm sorry, Xiaohua."

My father rubbed my head vigorously, and the corners of his stubble-covered mouth curled up.

"Idiots are idiots." After my brother said this, he turned around and walked under the eaves.

"I'm not a fool!" I was a little angry that my brother was always like this. "My brother is the big fool! Those who call others stupid are fools!"

But my brother ignored my shouting and continued walking to the back room.

My father pushed me from behind.

"Father?"

"A Xidu said that to you, why don't you go up and talk to him?" Father asked me seriously.

I understood instantly and ran towards my brother. I hugged his neck from behind, regardless of whether I could stand behind him or not.

"I'm not a fool! My brother is the fool!" I repeated this sentence.

My brother was wrapped around his neck and he frowned as if he was in pain: "Let go first, you idiot!"

"No!" After I rejected his proposal, he and I fell backwards uncontrollably.

"Hurry up and let go!" My brother also shouted.

Behind us is the staircase leading up to it. If we fall down now——

"puff!"

"hiss!"

I didn't get hurt, but my brother's voice of pain sounded in my ears.

Ever since, my brother lay in bed for a month.

My aunt said that if my brother hadn't protected my head with his hands, I might have been the one lying on the bed.

I know that my brother has such complicated emotions.

He likes me and hates me.

The day my brother recovered, I actively pressed my forehead against his for the first time.

"Then next time, let me protect my brother."

"That is already a very distant memory.

Whenever I dream of returning to that courtyard and seeing that small cluster of tiny white delicate flowers, I will recall those things with her. It’s not something worth showing up to make people proud of, but it’s something I

A rare real contact with her.

I should understand that my contact with her will become less and less in the future. Even so, I still want to give her those tender memories.

When I opened my eyes and returned to that courtyard again, it seemed like everything was still stuck in the memory of when I was five years old. Everything could still be undone, and I could still live leisurely with her.

I am ashamed to say that all I can leave is this memory diary. In the days to come, even if it is not me who accompanies her, she will regard 'him' as me. Even if she is indifferently rejected or hurt,

Nor will she abandon her only salvation.

But who do I have to feel regretful and guilty? I was the one who caused all this, and I tried to cover it up with this gentle lie.

Do I regret it?
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