My brother has facial paralysis, and he never smiles at me. He is like a devout believer in a medieval church, aloof, aloof, indifferent, and out of tune with his surroundings.
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Eleven-year-old Chi Ze once threw a paper ball at his brother in a rather naughty manner. Chi Ze turned a deaf ear and refused to even look back.
The beauty of the seventeen-year-old Chi Ze is unparalleled, it is absurd, it is the endless clamor in his heart, it is the integration of all concrete things, it is the most distant existence that Chi Ze stands in the crowd, he cannot grasp it, and he cannot think of it.
One day, his god suddenly fell to the ground, like a forbidden fruit covered with rain and dew in the morning in the Garden of Eden. It was fragrant and fragrant, so holy, and so... Tempting. So, Chi Ze broke his wings with his own hands, pressed him to the ground and took possession of him. For the first time, he knew that his brother could cry, make trouble, and shout. It turned out that people like him could also show such rich expressions.
Chi Ze smiled. He asked him to take off his damn holy clothes, to feel sorry for himself, to wag his tail in begging, and to fall into hell with him.
Purpose: Mutual redemption