When he was eight years old, wandering Chen Ming met Chen An downstairs. One lost his family and the other lost his adult. From then on, the two children depended on each other and grew up pulling each other.
Twenty-two years later, Chen An fell ill.
Chen Ming smiled, laughed every day, laughed to make his younger brother happy, laughed to work like crazy, and smiled to sell his house to cure his illness. Chen An also smiled and persuaded his brother to give up with a smile - he was afraid that he would lose both his life and wealth in the end, and that he would have nothing left after he left.
But none of them let go.
I plan to finish it in 10,000 to 20,000 words. It's a super short story again.
Intention: I only have you left