Where did my brother go? I asked, and the bird said that he was on the tree, but I looked and found that the brother who usually stretched his legs down only had a key on it today. My brother went there, and I asked the cockroach in the bathroom. The cockroach said that my brother was under the floor, on a shallow layer, spread out and shut up underneath. I pried the floor tiles apart one by one, but I didn't find my brother. Where is my brother? The ant said, my brother is in the closet. , He often hides in it, making no sound or moving around. When I come over, he comes out quietly, follows me, waits quietly for me to fall asleep, and then goes to the window sill for a while, then goes back. I open the closet and find a circle of cut fabrics from the top. I heard my brother say that this is because he wants to show off a little and look handsome. Because of the wind leakage, he gradually stopped wearing it. Where is my brother, in the shadow of the park? In a pile next to the sand? In the recess in the chair? Brother, where are you?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
