"I'm your fan! I got through high school by listening to your songs!"
"Get lost! Don't badmouth our piano goddess! Sher Shanani is the best!"
"Rinkai! Cheers wildly!"
Some were so excited they're dizzy—they were carried out on a stretcher directly from the square.
Sherin Ru is wearing a pink dress, Shintani is in a blue dress. Both of them have sweet and delicate looks, but their temperament is very different. Sh Shinu is sweet and ethereal; wearing this pink dress makes her look like a fairy. Plus, her skin is naturally fair and tender—she has a kind of otherworldly temperament.
Shanani always looks elegant and dignified. She looks very gentle and quiet, giving people a feeling of being delicate and beautiful.
Shin stood up and walked to Shinu's side. The cheers of the crowd showed no sign of diminishing—more and more people were urgently carried out of the square.
Shinro glanced at me not far away, an unstoppable smile in this grand occasion. Finally, I'm going to be reunited with my brother.
After a while, Shinro waved and bowed to all sides. Then she took a deep breath. She lifted her red lips and said, "Everyone, thank you all for coming to our family's birthday party event."
Shena also politely thanked everyone. This speech left everyone puzzled—why did she say it's the family's birthday party event?
Shinu said with a smile, "Today is Shirley's 6th birthday."
Upon hearing this, the whole audience was in an uproar.
"When did Shinshu have a little brother?"
"You fake fan!"
"Two months ago, my wife Shinshu gave up filming a new Hollywood movie for my little uncle!"
"Two months ago? Hey hey hey, since when did he become your little uncle!?"
I, standing in the corner, felt puzzled. Are these two your sisters?
Sh Shinu scanned the crowd, then looked towards me in the corner. Our eyes met. To my surprise, I found that this sister's gaze seemed very gentle. Both Shinu and Shenin looked towards me in the corner at the same time.
In a childish voice: "Are you my sister?"
Sh Shinu slowly spoke, "Of course, Shiau. Both Shinon and I are your older sisters. Come over to your sisters quickly."
The whole audience was in an uproar.
"What!? Sh Shinu and Shenen are real sisters!? Why have I never heard that?"
"The little boy is their brother!?"
"What!? The little boy doesn't know they are her sisters!?"
"What!? She's my little nephew!?"
For a moment everyone's brain was working at full capacity.
"Audience: Hey, my scalp is a bit itchy, seems like I need to grow a brain."
"Audience: Baba baba!"
The media next to the stage were frantically typing and taking photos. "My hands are almost worn out!" Hot searches are being written one after another.
Knowing that they are my sisters, I happily ran to them. Looking at my cute and silly little brother, the two girls gently held my little hand—one on each side.
At this moment, Sherin Ru felt like time had stopped. But it's okay, as long as she's holding her little brother's hand, the warm touch constantly reminds him that this is not a dream.
Finally, the host finally had a chance to interrupt. She cleared her throat and said, "You might have some doubts. Why doesn't the little brother recognize Shinu as his sister? Next, I will answer that for you."
At this moment, the screen on the stage suddenly disappeared. After flashing for a moment, a video started playing.
"Our little brother, Sh Shela, went missing 5 years ago," Shira's voice came from the video, her tone a bit gentle.
"The younger brother was taken in by a kind old man. Although the old man's life was already difficult, he still chose to raise the little one. The old man was already advanced in age—he supported the two of them by collecting scrap. He worked diligently every day, all for the sake of providing a better life and upbringing for the younger brother.
But misfortune always seems to target the unfortunate. When the younger brother was 4 years old, the old man passed away from late-stage cancer, leaving behind only the young brother, still of tender age.
After the old man's passing, the younger brother should have been sent to an orphanage, but he remembered the old man saying before he passed that he had family—they just hadn't been found yet.
He slipped away from the police's attention and started living a life of wandering and begging on the streets, wandering while hoping to find family.
Brother's living place also moved to a dilapidated bridge, with a cotton quilt on the ground as his bed. The quilt was an unwanted green leather coat from someone else. Plus, long-term malnutrition caused the brother to be extremely thin and weak at the time. The wandering brother endured a lot of ridicule that year."