Arriving at school, in a new living environment, my mood gradually improved.

It seems that no one here knows about my complicated family, and everyone gets along very well.

That day, I was studying in the library and got a bit lost in it. I didn't notice that it had started pouring outside. When I stood at the door with my backpack, I felt embarrassed seeing everyone around me taking out their umbrellas.

Before leaving, my roommate told me to take an umbrella because it was raining, but I didn't listen.

Now, I have to face the consequences.

Just then, a familiar voice came from beside me: "Here, take my umbrella, classmate."

I was stunned, looked up, and recognized the person in front of me: "Teacher Song."

The person was a teacher at the school named Song Kezhi. Although I didn't attend his classes, he was quite well-known, and everyone recognized him.

Song Kezhi smiled and said, "My car is over there, take the umbrella."

I quickly thanked him and took the umbrella.

Then I watched as Song Kezhi covered his bag over his head and ran into the rain curtain.

When I returned to the dorm, my roommates, seeing me completely dry, curiously asked me about it.

I told them about Song Kezhi giving me the umbrella.

My roommates started gossiping, and I listened quietly.

I learned that Song Kezhi's mother had passed away, and he had been raised by his grandmother since childhood. Despite being a teacher at the school, he also ran his own studio and made a good income.

I listened silently, feeling that this Song Kezhi was not as simple as everyone described.

Before going to sleep that night, I received a message from my brother whom I hadn't been in contact with for a long time.

My brother said he had sent me some money and asked how my life at school was going.

I lay in bed, looking at the words on my phone, tears uncontrollably falling.

It had been two months since I started university, and this was the first time my brother had contacted me.

Although it was just a simple sentence, I felt cared for.

My brother talked about our uncle, mentioning that our father was now working at our uncle's factory, as our uncle trusted him and my brother to manage the factory.

Listening to my brother's words, I felt happy too.

Suddenly, my brother fell silent.

I waited for a long time, and below my brother's profile picture, a line of text appeared, "Typing...".

I stared at the screen and saw my brother's message: "I have a girlfriend now. She's a good person, has been with me through tough times, doesn't mind that I have a limp, and takes care of me."

Just as I was about to offer my blessings, my brother sent a photo.

The woman in the photo was someone I knew, Chen Xinxin.

Suddenly, I remembered half a year ago when Chen Xinxin asked me who was talking to me at the school gate.

At that time, I thought she was trying to bully my family, but it turned out she liked my brother.

After some thought, I called my brother.

As soon as the call connected, I said, "Brother, she's not suitable for you."

I revealed everything about my relationship with Chen Xinxin, and finally said, "Brother, she must have impure motives for getting close to you. You need to be careful."

My brother was silent for a moment, then said, "The things you mentioned, Xinxin has already told me. Yuyu, there might be misunderstandings between you two. She was young before and didn't understand anything, so she did those things."

"Now you and mom are doing well, Xinxin has already been punished, and you two are even. "

As I looked at the words on the screen, a slight pain began to well up in my chest.

My brother knew everything.

He had known all along.

While I was worried that Chen Xinxin might be approaching my brother with revenge in mind, fearing that my brother would get hurt.

My brother knew all along.

He brushed off the bullying and tears I endured in my senior year of high school with just the word "misunderstanding."

In my brother's eyes, Chen Xinxin at this moment was a good girl who didn't mind his limp and wanted to be with him.

As a sister, I couldn't be too petty, I couldn't not offer my blessings.

So, I typed back: [Okay, I wish you both happiness.]

My brother didn't reply for a long time. After I fell asleep, the next morning when I woke up, I saw my brother's message: [If you have time, come visit during your vacation.]

I didn't reply.