Baby, We Humans Have Different Paths.

Fang Shiyong was an orphan. The year he was adopted, he personally buried his brother, Shi Du, who was the best to him in the orphanage. From then on, Fang Shidu could dream about Shi Du every night. In his dreams, Shi Du grew up with him, taking care of him as before and teaching him things he couldn't do during the day. This state of affairs lasted until the third year of high school. In order to maintain his grades, Fang Shidong, who was already gloomy and taciturn, became more withdrawn. However, expensive gifts often appeared on the desk. What does the pursuit of competition among boys' school students have to do with him? He is not gay, he just wants to study hard. But the suitors gradually became weird. They had familiar habits, changed their tone of voice, and remembered that Fang Shidong had never shown any preference to others. They even called out Fang Shidong's nickname when he was in the orphanage. Fang Shidong knew that Shidu was back. * In every late-night dream, Fang Shiyong begged Shi Du for mercy and explanation, but his brother just pressed his tongue with cold fingers. "Xiaoyou lied. I can see their desires every time. What they want to do most is what we are doing now." During the day, he had to deal with suitors who looked more and more like Shidu, and at night, he had no choice but to beg for mercy. Fang Shidrong was desperate and went to see the master, but the master shook his head. "I can't tell what the ghost is, but I don't mean any harm to you. If you recruit him and feed him at once, you may be able to leave." That night there was lightning and thunder, and shadows squirmed from the corners of the wall, condensing into human shapes in front of Fang Shidong's bed. The man has clear eyebrows and a smile on his lips, much like he did when he was a child. Shi Du hugged Fang Shidong into his arms and wrapped his fingertips around the end of his hair: "I can finally touch you, Xiaodong." * Fang Shidong was forced to have a high fever for a week. On the phone, he asked the teacher for leave in a staccato voice. After hanging up, he lifted his hot face from the pillow and crawled to reach the book on the bedside table. The ankle was pulled back, and the hand was pushed back to the top of the head. Fang Shiyong was hugged and turned over, and met Shidu's stubborn eyes. Their fingers were intertwined and their breathing was in a mess. Fang Shiyong exhaled the hot breath in his mouth and spoke in a daze. "Brother, I don't even bother to guess who you are." The copywriting is not perfect yet and will be revised later, but the general direction will not change. Intention: tentative