Sixty-three years later guarding your amber tears

  This is already the third time, misfortune doesn't strike three times.

  She is running desperately.

  Her hair tie had come undone, and her hair was disheveled like a madwoman's. She couldn't care about that now. In this vast train station, she frantically scanned every woman, hoping against hope to suddenly spot her sister's thick braid. Oh, how she wished it would happen. Wenwen's hand, which had caught up with her, was hastily brushed away, and the hoarse cry of "Sister!" that escaped her lips echoed through the not-so-quiet waiting room. But it was no use, no use at all - her sister didn't appear before her as she had hoped. She slumped to the ground, hugging her arms, and tears quickly blurred her vision. The loudspeaker repeatedly called out, "Miss So-and-so, please come to the service desk, your younger sister is waiting for you..." No one knew how scared she was right now; in fact, not many people wanted to know.

  At two o'clock, she was worried about the summary of her work for the tour, but it was a happy worry. It was her job, and the hope for her future life with her sister and mother. The phone rang, and her sister's crying voice poured into her heart like a pot of boiling tea.

  Sister said I've had enough of that man.

  Sister said I have to go.

  Sister said, sister said...

  There is a buzzing in her ears, and her sister says she can't hear what she's saying.

  She slowly asked a sentence, where are you, I'll be off work soon and come to find you. Not daring to reveal a hint of anxiety or fear that would scare away her sister, in fact she still had nearly 5 hours until the end of her shift. But what's the relationship, her sister and mother were two people she couldn't afford to lose no matter what.

  My sister hasn't cried in the past 13 years. The only time was 13 years ago, at the rural government office, she stared blankly as my sister yelled "I really hate you!" to the plaintiff and defendant in court, then quickly ran away from her side. Tears, at that moment, were clearly visible, my sister's painful tears froze like amber in her heart.

  It wasn't until many years later that she never saw weakness, fear, terror and loneliness in her eyes again.

  Her sister lived alone, and her regular sleep schedule had almost merged with the alarm clock on her bedside. On the days she washed her sheets, she would always receive a call from her sister urging her to hurry up. Her sister took care of all her trivial matters. She would prepare a lot of snacks in her room, and then every other day, she would let her go get them. The carefully wrapped candies had warmed her lonely heart for a long time. The overindulgence of the past was like a strong jet of water from a pressure washer, suddenly and violently spraying out, stimulating her to understand her pain instantly.

  After 13 years, her sister was almost repeating the same path as their mother. The plots were amazingly similar: quarrels, frequent fights, throwing away everything they could get their hands on, and finally, the two of them couldn't take it anymore and got divorced. It had only been a few months since she got married, but this was already her third time standing in front of her with tears in her eyes. Under the neon lights at night, she looked so helpless, her lonely figure not moving back and forth, just standing still. She wiped away her tears with her sleeve and hugged her petite body, silently saying to herself, "Sister, thank you for protecting me for 13 years. Now it's my turn to protect you."

  She actually knew long ago. Her sister was a competent accountant, able to calculate accounts very fluently, but couldn't calculate men's hearts. She never understood accounting, but always calculated men's hearts correctly. On the eve of her wedding, she witnessed a quarrel between them. Afterwards, she said that they could keep the child, but shouldn't get married for now. She said, "Our parents' 17 years of marriage were gone in an instant, how can your six months of feelings be true?" Moreover, he was a man she hadn't had enough time to get familiar with. But seeing her sister's smiling face, she couldn't bear to say more. In fact, this man had already been unfaithful after just a few text messages. In fact, he had already had an affair outside of their relationship. In fact, he had already been engaged and broken off the engagement long ago. To protect her sister's tears, she finally took action. Her eyes turned sharp in an instant, but only for that moment.

  Everything is worth it.

  Under the streetlight, she tidied up her disheveled hair and walked slowly back to where they came from, gently but firmly holding her sister's hand.

  Deep love for the sea

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