kvmb Chapter 101 First Encounter with My Brother
Chapter 101 First Encounter with My Brother
Qiao Qingshu nodded, and when she pushed open the door to the second floor, her heart inexplicably started beating very fast.
She hadn't been this nervous in a long time; her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her chest.
With a creak, the heavy wooden door was opened.
Sunlight suddenly shone into the dark room, illuminating the specks of dust floating in the air.
Qiao Qingshu saw a thin figure sitting at the table, looking down at a book.
Upon hearing the sound, the man suddenly looked up.
A handsome face was revealed in the sunlight, making him appear radiant and divine.
Qiao Qingshu's heart stopped abruptly, only starting to beat again after she saw that face clearly.
Her tears rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably.
The people inside were also surprised to see Qiao Qingshu, as outsiders rarely came to the library.
The girl in front of her was unfamiliar, and An'er involuntarily stood up warily, gesturing with her hands to ask who she was.
Qiao Qingshu walked in step by step, looking at that thin face, that was her brother!
The man in front of her had the same eyes as Bai Shi, and Qiao Qingshu also had these eyes.
An'er was also a little frightened when he saw the girl crying uncontrollably in front of him, and he took a few steps back.
But when their eyes met, An'er's heart started pounding.
He also realized that the girl in front of him looked three times like him.
Especially their eyes, they're practically identical.
He frowned as he stared at Qiao Qingshu, a soft spot in his heart softening as he felt a sense of familiarity with the girl before him.
Qiao Qingshu stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve. An'er was startled and struggled a few times.
But Qiao Qingshu had already rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arms.
A burn scar suddenly appeared before my eyes.
Qiao Qingshu broke down in tears and screams.
"Brother! It really is you!"
When Qiao Anlan was five years old, he was playing by the stove when a piece of charcoal accidentally jumped out and burned his arm.
It left a permanent scar.
Almost every winter, Bai would nag Qiao Qingshu to stay away from the stove so she wouldn't get burned like her brother.
Qiao Qingshu hugged An'er tightly and burst into tears.
"Brother, we've been looking for you for so, so long!"
"My mother and I have been looking for you."
An'er held her hands high, not daring to touch her.
He was at a loss for words in the face of the girl's outburst.
He didn't know why the girl called him brother.
Everyone said he had no father or mother, and no one to rely on.
He didn't know why, but he had absolutely no memory of the past.
His memories begin with the Xiao family; his mind is filled only with the eight years he spent in the library.
He didn't know who his parents were, or where he came from; in short, he knew nothing about his origins.
His only fragmented memories came from dreams, and they were all fragmented scenes of violence; he couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't.
But he would rather those dreams were all fake.
He gently pushed Qiao Qingshu away, gesturing with a frown.
Seeing that Qiao Qingshu couldn't understand, he picked up his pen and wrote down a sentence.
Who are you? Do you know me?
Qiao Qingshu wiped away her tears, pursed her lips, and tried hard to control her emotions. She pointed at him and said...
“Brother, you are my own brother. Your name is Qiao Anlan. You were abducted several years ago.”
An'er nodded blankly, took two steps back, pulled a stack of papers from a nearby bookshelf, and handed them to Qiao Qingshu.
Qiao Qingshu then noticed that he walked with a slight limp, and her tears fell uncontrollably like broken pearls.
If it weren't for the mischief caused by those two vile women, Xu Biyun and Aunt Chen, his brother, with his noble status, would surely be living a happy and peaceful life, married with children.
How did I end up like this, unable to speak, with a limp, confined to this library all day doing hard work?
If her mother, Madam Bai, were to see this scene, who knows how much she would cry.
Seeing that Qiao Qingshu was crying so hard, An'er took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to her, indicating that she should wipe her face.
Qiao Qingshu took the handkerchief, looked at her brother, and forced a smile.
She unfolded the stack of papers he handed her; they contained his poems and drawings.
Qiao Qingshu looked up in surprise.
"Did you draw or write this?"
The calligraphy is extremely elegant and the painting is exquisite, even better than that of the most famous painters of the time. The calligraphy is also the most beautiful that Qiao Qingshu has ever seen.
An'er flipped the stack of papers to the last few pages and gestured for her to look.
Qiao Qingshu's smile froze on her face. The painting depicted a boy being beaten, and it was very bloody and brutal.
One of the photos shows a man breaking a boy's leg with an iron bar.
Another picture shows a woman giving medicine to a boy, who then falls unconscious.
Next to each of these paintings are a few small words: Dream.
These are all scenes that An'er dreamed about. He often had the same dream, like a shadow that he couldn't shake off.
He would wake up from his dreams in fright every time, and later he drew these scenes, adding details again and again, accumulating them.
He had never shown these paintings to anyone else, but when he met Qiao Qingshu, he couldn't help but want to tell her everything.
Qiao Qingshu pursed her lips, trying to hold back her tears.
She knew who the people in the painting were: the woman was Feng Niu, and the man was Zhuo Cheng.
Previously, when Bai returned from Suzhou, he had already learned about the couple's evil deeds, but at that time, no conclusion was reached. He simply detained the couple in the Bai family's dungeon.
Looking at these paintings now, Qiao Qingshu felt a surge of hatred welling up inside her. She was determined to kill those two bitches!
An'er patted her shoulder, her face calm, and gestured for her to look at the paper.
Another line of text was written on the white Xuan paper:
These are all my dreams.
My name is An'er. The steward said I have no father or mother. Miss, have you mistaken me for someone else?
Qiao Qingshu felt as if her heart was being ripped apart; she couldn't bear it any longer. She grabbed his hand and cried.
“Who said you have no parents? I am your own sister, and you still have a mother.”
"Good brother, wait for me, I will definitely take you home."
Just then, a soft knock came from the door, and Qiao Qingshu knew it was time for her to leave.
She grabbed the paper An'er was writing on and stuffed it into her bosom. She held up the drawing and asked...
"Brother, can I have the drawing? I want to show it to Mother when I get back."
An'er nodded. Logically speaking, if a strange girl barged in, hugged him, and called him "brother," he should be suspicious and wary.
However, he felt an inexplicable closeness to Qiao Qingshu the moment he saw her, and he didn't want to refuse any of her requests.
He nodded, indicating that she could take the painting with her.
Qiao Qingshu stepped forward and hugged him, whispering in his ear,
"Brother, take care of yourself and wait for me to come back."
After saying that, he turned and left the library.
When Xiao Zhijie and Qiao Qingshu returned to the front yard and prepared to enter the banquet hall.
Xiao Zhijie suddenly stopped, and Qiao Qingshu almost bumped into him.