Now that I've talked about my failed dates, let's talk about the main culprits behind my failed dates.

The Peter Brothers.

The Parker Brothers.

The three brothers.

That's them!

That's them!

If you ask me, there's probably only one thing I can say in my life: Parker Brothers!

Here's the story.

My name is Nancy Winston. I don't have a middle name because I have a complicated family.

My mother was a dancer (the naked kind) and my father was unnamed. All I knew about them was my last name.

A blind old lady took me in and fed and clothed me.

Then she died.

On my sixth birthday.

No need to comfort me.

That was when I was a kid.

I don't remember much and I'm not really sorry about it.

Then a bartender took me in. This guy never let me go and he didn't come home much.

I don't feel anything about it. It's good that he didn't come home. If he did, I'd have to cook for one more person.

See?

I'm self-reliant.

This is the time.

This is the time for the fateful childhood friend of the neighborhood to make his entrance.

To say that this is fate is an understatement.

I can't think of any reason other than fate for me to grow up with these three brothers.

Really, it's hard to say whether it's fortunate or unfortunate.

So let's start with the day the gears of fate started turning (I'm rolling my eyes, whether you can see it or not).

I remember the day the Parker Brothers across the street moved in, the first person I saw was Toby.

At least, that's what I remember.

I was six, Toby was twelve, Andrew was eight, Holland was two months older than me and would always tell me about those two months.

Six years old.

Tell me.

What kind of age was six years old?

That's the age when you're still playing, maybe with cars, dolls, clay figurines, slides, kittens and puppies.

Well, that's also the age when it's easier to fall in love with good-looking guys...?

Psychologically, they'd say it's because I was young, blind, and lacked the protection of older men at an age when I needed a father figure.

However, from my personal point of view, I would say that it was purely because Toby was good-looking. It could be said that he was better looking than all the boys in my class.

If I don't admire him, who should I admire?

The second person to see it was Andrew.

Andrew was helping Aunt Mei move a cardboard box from the car into the house.

I stood on my tiptoes and looked down from my balcony.

Andrew raised his head absentmindedly.

At that moment, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, wow, wow! This little brother is even better looking than the previous one!"

But I'm a good girl.

A good girl shouldn't be fickle.

It's not good to fall in love with one person after another.

I had to focus on the first little brother I saw.

From then on, I had been secretly in love with Toby for three years and seven months, but I couldn't let go of him.

After I saw Toby and Andrew, I went into the house to prepare a gift for our visit. According to the book, we should greet our new neighbors when they moved in.

My guardian didn't know how to act properly, so I had to take on this task.

That's why I didn't see the embarrassing historical moment when Holland, who was born the same year as me and only two months older than me, was carried out of the car by Aunt May after his face was red with tears and snot because he didn't want to move.

That was the first scene.

The second scene was us taking a bus to school.

Since Toby was six years older than me, he was already in the seventh grade when I was in the first grade.

What did the seventh grade represent?

There were many seventh grade representatives.

The seventh grade representatives, we wouldn't take the same bus; the seventh grade representatives, we wouldn't be in the same school district; the seventh grade representatives, there would be many good-looking girls in the seventh grade, they would all be taller and prettier than me; the seventh grade representatives, representative …

They say there's a generation gap every three years.

I couldn't accept it!

For the first time in my life, I cried while taking the school bus.

Holland was also crying.

Ever since we started hanging out together, he had been unconvinced, even more so than me. Because he was the youngest, everyone had to give in to him, and everyone loved him the most. But in the end, I appeared. I was even younger, and I was a girl!

Who should be giving in to who now?

"I want Toby!

I want it! "Holland cried and howled.

"I want Toby!

Me too! "I also cried loudly.

My guardian wasn't there.

I always went to school by myself.

I suddenly broke down and cried. Don't mention Aunt Mei, Uncle Ban, the bus driver and all the other children on the bus were scared.

What a joke!

I'm the number one tyrant in kindergarten!

That Toby is amazing!

— all the children didn't understand, but they felt it was awesome.

Andrew watched us both cry, and he wanted to cry, too.

Toby had a headache. In the end, after meowing and agreeing to give us ice cream biscuits and building blocks, he finally sent all three of us on the bus.

Osborne's eldest young master, who drove to pick up Toby, was dumbfounded.

From this moment on, it was established that Peter, Toby, Parker, and … I was destined to never be able to pursue Toby.

In his mind, I will always be the six-year-old brat who cried and refused to go to school while hugging a lamppost.

… Light a candle.

Okay, okay.

We won't look at the brat who cries all day.

Let's talk about me and Peter Holland Park again.

As the youngest Peter, and also the youngest Parker, before I appeared in his life — wow, he was the pride of the heavens, the whole family spoiled him to the heavens.

However, as I said, that was before I showed up.

So far, I've been at odds with Peter for at least half of my 22 years of life.

Yes, because he was the youngest Peter, he naturally had the right to use the name Peter as his name. His older brothers could only settle for the next best thing and accept their middle name as their customary name.

There was no second sentence.

Do you see?

Do you see?

This guy is a little tyrant.

If you still don't believe me, I can continue to give examples.

As mentioned before, I fell in love with Toby at first sight.

Don't laugh.

Love at first sight at the age of six is still love at first sight. You can't look down on my feelings because I'm young, that's very impolite.

This quickly became the biggest friendship obstacle between Peter and me.

Let's say we did try to establish friendship with each other at the time …

It's extremely simple.

Peter likes his older brother, but I also like his older brother.

We both want Toby to accompany this and that. It's best if he can stick to us all day long.

But, but, there's only one Toby!

The scene on the school bus in the morning quickly became:

"I want Toby!

I want! "Peter cried.

"I want Toby!

Me too! "I howled.

Then we glared at each other.

"Why do you want my older brother, he's my older brother!

My older brother! "Peter was furious.

"Why don't you let me steal your older brother, this is kidnapping!

Kidnapping! "I screamed.

Aunt Mei took the opportunity to stuff us both into the school bus and told us to continue arguing. Andrew obediently agreed to take care of us (actually, he couldn't do it, me and his third brother were double the trouble, even the principal couldn't control it). Toby climbed into the Osborne family's car and looked back worriedly.

The Osborne family's young master, who drove to pick up Toby, witnessed the entire scene and was still stunned.

"I won't casually want a younger sister anymore." The Osborne family's young master said, "I really wanted to change my younger brother to a younger sister."

What can Toby do?

Toby was extremely sad.

Peter has his older brother, but I'm not to be trifled with either.

From first grade to third grade, we've been fighting over Toby, competing to see who can cry, throw a tantrum, and scheme more.

Peter is especially good at pranks.

Once he did the asshole thing of putting plastic wrap on the door and letting me walk in on it.

After I hit the transparent wall, I fell straight to the ground, the back of my head was swollen, the sound of me hitting the tiles could probably be heard throughout the building.

"God, Nancy!" Aunt Mei screamed.

"God, Xiaonan!" Andrew screamed.

Toby was still in school at the time.

He didn't witness it.

But he screamed afterwards.

I was eight years old.

I was very stubborn.

At school, everyone only dared to talk about how I don't have parents, they definitely didn't dare to come to my door for fear of being beaten up.

"It doesn't hurt." I stood up with a snort.

I stood very firmly.

As soon as I stood up, Peter started crying.

He wailed loudly.

"What are you crying for!" I was annoyed.

Andrew's eyes, which were already round, became extremely round.

Aunt Mei picked me up, and without saying anything, took a taxi to the emergency room.

It turned out that when I hit the back of my head, my head was covered in blood, and my face was bright red. It was even scarier than Scream (a famous horror movie of the 1990s), no wonder Peter was so scared that he cried.

I stayed in the hospital for two nights and got stitches on my head.

Peter claimed that he watched me by my bed and didn't dare to sleep all night.

He was scared to death by me.

So loyal and so on.

Heh.

I was a big idiot to believe him.

In the end, Peter was beaten up by Toby.

Uncle Ban never hits children.

And Toby was really angry.

He hit Peter's butt three times.

At that time, I didn't take off my head, I laid on the side and watched, humming to make me look very pitiful.

After the plastic wrap incident, Peter was obedient for half a year, he didn't dare to prank me.

But other than pranking each other, we didn't seem to communicate with each other.

In other words, we didn't talk to each other for half a year.

Until Toby went to high school ….

He had his first girlfriend!!!

His girlfriend was called M.J. Later, she also dated Harry Osborne and broke up with him.

She had red hair and was very beautiful, she was an actress and could sing.

I was depressed for the first few weeks after Toby had a girlfriend.

By the way, at that time, my biological father, who I had never met and whose name couldn't even appear due to copyright reasons, sent me a box of toys, saying it was an apology and a gift.

Even though we couldn't meet, it didn't matter, he could be my anonymous good friend, and then, anonymously give me good gifts.

My father was really my biological father.

The gifts he gave were very, very interesting.

I loved it to death.

I was successfully diverted.

A few days later, when I went to school, I found that Peter was still unhappy about Toby's girlfriend. After thinking about it, I decided to give the toys I just received to Peter.

"You.

Come home with me. "That day, after school and getting off the school bus, I grabbed Peter's arm and went back to my house.

The lesson from the past was still vivid in my mind.

Peter didn't dare to object, afraid that the tragedy would repeat itself.

I put him in the middle of my room, took out the shoe box from under the bed, and took out my precious toys.

"Look?

These are the toys I just received! "

I lined them up on the floor and pointed them out for Peter to count. "This is the Fairy Godmother's magical staff, this is the magical pumpkin that can call for a taxi in New York anytime, anywhere, and this is a poisonous apple that kills whoever eats it …."

"What are you talking about?" Peter scrunched up his little face. "Where did you get these weird things?!"

I was about to take out Belle's magic mirror to show when I heard Peter say that, and I raised my face proudly.

"Because Daddy said I was his little princess," I said proudly.

"Daddy said that princesses should have princess-like treasures. He even gave me a lot of Hello Kitties!"

Peter rolled his eyes in disdain.

"You?

Princess?

Haha?

I feel like I ate a fly. "Peter laughed at me.

I jumped up and reached out to strangle Peter.

"I am a princess!

I am! "

"You are a princess, and I am a prince!

You are not a princess!

You are not! "