Five-year-old Lin Yi burst into tears when his fingertips touched a broken guzheng string.
6-Year-old Gu Chen squatted down, gently held his hand, and tied it tightly in circles: "Don't cry, brother is here."
Twelve years later, Lin Yi stood in front of Gu Chen, holding the old jade pendant in his hand, the coolness seeping into his palms.
Gu Chen looked at him and said in a low voice, "Do you still remember that string?"
Lin Yi didn't answer, but unconsciously rubbed the jade pendant with his fingertips.
The vibrating sound of that year seemed to resound in the air.
The shadow of the previous generation pressed down, but none of them retreated.
A broken string can still be reattached, but the heart can never be reattached.
Whoever admits it first will lose first.
But none of them won.
When the brother finally admitted: "There is no substitute, you are him."
But the younger brother asked with red eyes: "Then we... Can we still be brothers?"
1V1, double clean, year on year.
Welcome to the pit, there are knives and candies, and HE will not abuse you.
Intention: love each other