[War and Peace] Time travel to become a princess

Nikolenka had a younger brother in the spring.He has a pink face and soft black hair. Although Abrasha is not a girl and does not have blond hair like his mother, he looks very cute. Nikolenka always calls his little brother affectionately. Abu.

Nikolenka stood on tiptoe near the cradle, poking the baby's tender face with his chubby fingertips, and carefully controlled his strength.

"I'm glad you look better as you grow older. Dear Abu. This means that the sender is not mistaken. You are my younger brother and not a child who was accidentally sent to the wrong place." The curly-haired boy rambled, And the baby in the cradle keeps a deadpan look, even though he has a pretty little face.

Nikolenka is a very responsible brother. When Helen is feeding little Abu, he will look on eagerly. Of course, he doesn’t want to eat, but simply wants to feed little Abu. He didn't leave when Abu changed his diaper.

"Honey, it's a little dirty."

"No, mother, I want to do it." Nikolenka blinked his big eyes, showing that he really wanted to do it.

"Okay." Helen kissed her son's little face, carried him to the bed, and guided him from the side.

In the evening, when Andre came back, Helen told him the story, and the prince said: "He is so lonely."

Helen kissed the corner of her husband's mouth and said softly, "It won't happen in the future."

As spring and autumn come, the little baby Abu has grown up now, and is a five-year-old boy.After unpacking all the presents, he opened the door and entered his father's study.

"What's the matter?" Andre put down the pen in his hand, put aside his official business for a while and asked.

Abrasha walked to Andre's side and stood up.Unlike his elder brother Nikolenka, he liked to sit on his father's lap or make various intimate gestures.

"Dad, I want a custom set of chemistry utensils for my age."

Andre touched his son's hair with his hand, which is a small gesture he occasionally expresses intimacy to his sons.

"Do you want to be a chemist?"

Abrasha hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't know yet, but," he paused, "toys are not suitable for me anymore, I know what I want."

Andre looked at his son, from his slender eyebrows to his stubborn lips, and finally he agreed.

"If mom..."

"I'll convince her."

Abrasha nodded, bowed slightly to his father and left the study.Andre looked at the back of his youngest son, as if he saw his father.He knows what he wants better than Andre, and he will go for it.

In the room was Nikolenka who had just finished his lessons with his tutor and was waiting for him to come back.

"Do you like my gift?" Nikolenka asked with a smile, and rubbed his brother's hair, trying to mess it up.

"En." Abrasha nodded, and Nikolenka pouted.

"You don't even kiss me."

The green-eyed boy pursed his lips, then stood on tiptoe and kissed his elder brother on the cheek, leaving a saliva mark, and then the young master of the Bolkonski family went away with such a silly saliva mark After class, the teacher's heart was inexplicably complicated.

On the third day, Abrasha got a set of chemical utensils specially tailored for him as promised, and the boy finally had an excited smile in his eyes, and he couldn't wait to go to the room to play with these equipment.

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on Abrasha's room, and a muffled sound came from outside the door.

"it's me."

Abrasha frowned, but put down the things in his hands first, and Nikolenka pushed the door open, wrinkled his nose, and looked at him with big eyes like a deer's aggrieved.

"What's wrong?" Abrasha asked in a low voice.The roles of the two brothers seem to have slowly changed since they grew up. In other words, everyone in the Bolkonski family is willing to dote on Nikolenka, as if he is a unique treasure in the world.

"You don't like my gift." Nikolenka sat on the sofa and pulled a pillow and said sullenly.

Abrasha was stunned for a moment, and Nikolenka said again: "You asked Dad to order you a set of chemical utensils, and you locked yourself in the room as soon as you got them. You prefer this, don't lie to me, Abu."

The green-eyed boy didn't speak, but stepped forward and dragged his dejected elder brother into the bedroom, pointing his fingers, and the brown bear was lying on the pillow, smiling naively.

"I quite like it." Abrasha expressed his opinion, and was hugged by his elder brother.

"Will you keep it forever?" asked Nikolenka, releasing his brother's arm.

Abrasha thought for a while and said: "Okay, just don't add new members to it next time on my birthday, you know, I have to save a pillow for myself."

"Come on!"

The curly-haired boy grinned.Only in the second year, the bedside table in the bedroom was occupied by a gift from Nikolenka, which was a wood carving made by himself, and he said that it would not take up a lot of space.

Until many years later, the young master of the Bolkonski family was so old that his family would worry about his marriage, and he would still receive presents from his elder brother on his birthday.

"To my beloved Abu, always happy and happy!"