When I was young, the brother who lived next to me was one year older than me, and my parents had a better relationship. He was only one year older than me. He would bully me when I was young and would protect me when others bullied me. When I grew up and went to high school, my mother told me that he was sick and had bone cancer. As his condition worsened, all the family's savings were spent, but it was still useless. During the winter vacation, I went to see him. He had his face turned away and refused to speak. Maybe it was because he was not easy to talk and had a trachea in his nose. My nose always felt a little sore when I saw him like this. I thought that if he was good, he would experience a different college life like others. I don't know why I dreamed about him that night. Although the story in the dream was outrageous, I still wanted to record it... The memory was too profound.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
