The warmth of the reorganized family was originally as thin as cicada wings, but a sudden natural and man-made disaster buried the parents who had met halfway into the loess forever, leaving only a pair of siblings without blood ties to depend on each other.
At that time, my sister had just reached the age of cardamom, and she carried the wind and rain on her immature shoulders. She held on to her meager savings, and with a mouthful of porridge and a piece of clothing in a dilapidated old house, she gritted her teeth and pulled her ignorant young brother to grow up.
The years have worn away the youthful youth. The fireworks that accompany each other day and night, the loneliness that stays with each other late at night, and the obsession to protect each other in desperate situations have already quietly crossed the boundaries of secular ethics, and the family affection rooted in the heart has grown uncontrollably into a bone-crushing love.
In the eyes of the world, they are close relatives connected by blood, and they are each other's only support in the world, but in a corner that no one knows, they secretly hide taboo and hot heartbeats.
The eyes of the world are like knives, the ethical shackles trap the body, rumors and rumors are everywhere, fate sets up difficulties at every level, life and death, misunderstandings and entanglements, and real-life trials and tribulations follow one after another.
To be in love is to stay with each other through sin, to be separated is to live alone by tearing out the heart. This love, which was born from family affection and has never seen the light of day, will only be left with bones and bones for the rest of our lives, leaving half a lifetime of regrets, year after year, and endless abuse.
