Bl, the two are a reorganized family, pseudo-orthopedics.
He gently leaned against his brother's legs and raised his head slightly to accept his gentle kiss. He thought of the water surface he had kissed gently, and what was reflected in the water was his brother's eyebrows. Has his heart started to ripple since then? He asked himself in his mind, holding his breath, aggravating the kiss, making him breathe unconsciously through his mouth, and gently kissed the corners of his lips before ending the kiss.
"Brother." He said it again, like unconscious murmurs, like the punctuation of a sentence, like every breath.
He couldn't see clearly where his brother's eyes were focused. He had taken off his glasses, and he didn't want to look. He rubbed his sore eyes and rolled into his arms.
When did he pull up the quilt on him again, watching him sleep peacefully, folding the scattered clothes carefully and gently, like a curled up puppy, soft and soft, it started when he saw that the screen saver on his mobile phone was himself. Yes, he also thought about staying away. The two of them went through so much hardship to form a family. He really didn't want to lose this younger brother and lose this well-built home, but he had watched him grow up, so how could he bear to watch him cry and say sorry for himself.
Intention: love