When I was seven years old, I wrote an essay titled "My Good Brother".
The teacher said it was well written and affectionate.
The classmate asked, why not write about mom and dad?
I said, they are not here.
Later they came back.
They said, when you grow up, you should avoid it.
I don't understand. Why avoid it?
He is my brother. He is my only relative since childhood.
Until one day, he looked at me, and there was something in his eyes that I couldn't understand.
He said: Xiaonian, let's talk.
That was the first time he wanted to talk to me about "us".
Purpose: Through the tragedy of a brother and sister, explore the devouring of willful love by forbidden love, and warn of the cost of violating ethics.