My brother is dead, and I think I should be happy that he is dead. I hate him, actually I shouldn't say hate, I should say disgust, I really want him to die. He took away my toys, my school bag, my clothes, and I had to give him half of everything. He even took away my father who loved me the most. But why is my heart empty now that he is dead... Yes, he promised to buy me the latest version of the figure - he broke his promise, and Zeng Ke was really annoying.
My name is Duoduo. As the name suggests, I have many, many things, but I am not allowed to get my hands on many things. Zeng can be dismissed as casually as his name.
That's right! Zeng may not be my biological brother, as to why he would live in my house. Everything starts from that accident: my father is a reporter, and Zeng Ke's father is a coal miner. Zeng Ke's and I's fates that would never have intersected were connected in an accident. The mine collapsed. Zeng Ke's father was permanently buried under the dark mine in order to save my father. The only thing this old father could not worry about before his death was his son who was as old as me. In this way, Zeng Ke moved into my home and became my younger brother. A Zeng Ke who took away many unnecessary things.
When I was packing up Zeng Ke's belongings, I saw the black bag that Zeng Ke had been holding in his hand and had said to me several times - was it actually a figurine that I didn't have time to give to me on my birthday? Then I actually went back to the day before the accident...
Intention: Cherish the present and don't regret it when you lose it
