"Brother..."
"Don't call me brother. We have never been related by blood. Get out of here! Get away!"
When Xiao Laba was carried home covered in blood, the only thing he said to Lu Zhaoning were these words.
He was an orphan since he was a child, and he did some petty theft work with an old man, barely earning a living. But he was still asking for trouble. He couldn't even support himself anymore, and he had to save another little one and put it at home.
The child's name was Lu Zhaoning. He lived next door to his house. All his family members died overnight. Xiao Laba tried to throw the child into an orphanage, but if he lost it, the child would find it again on his own, so he was completely dependent on him. What Xiao Laba hated the most in his life was his soft-heartedness. He adopted this child and spent his whole life in it.
Brother... We are not related by blood, but we have been intertwined and connected by flesh and blood throughout our lives.
Intention: Don't do bad things
