"Tick-tock" "tick-tock" It rained, and the cold rain pattered, making the whole cemetery wet.
Zhou Yu and Zhou Hao were dressed in plain black mourning clothes and stood quietly in front of their parents' tombstones. Zhou Hao held a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in his hand. He squatted down slightly and placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone. He stood up again, his back trembling slightly, his suppressed cries mixed with the sound of rain, his shoulders shaking constantly, and tears rolling down silently.
"Brother..."
"We don't have a home anymore..."
Not receiving a response, Zhou Yu just stood silently beside him, holding an umbrella in one hand. Zhou Hao could no longer suppress his crying. The suppressed sobs finally broke out, and the crying became heavier and heavier. He repeated the words in a crying voice: "Brother... I... We... Have no... Home..."
"No... Home... Anymore"
Zhou Yu looked at his brother's collapse, and his heart felt like it was being tightly grasped. He squatted down, holding an umbrella with one hand to prevent the two of them from getting wet from the rain, and wiped the tears from the corner of his brother's eyes with the other hand. At this moment, his voice was trembling uncontrollably, with a strong hoarseness and sourness, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Be good, don't cry anymore."
"As long as brother is here, you will always have a family."
"Brother will not make you homeless"
Intention: Happy and positive