When Jian Yu was seven years old, his parents died in a car accident. His father's best friend took him home and asked him to call a sixteen-year-old boy "brother." It's not a kiss, but he's been shouting it for years.
His brother was very indifferent to him. So indifferent that he looked like a neighbor who nodded and said hello. But he was still moved. It started when I was very young and didn't understand what "tempting" meant.
When I was sixteen, my brother went abroad. No goodbyes, no promises. He stayed alone and changed from a crybaby to an adult who took over the company. He thought he was fine. No more crying, no more waiting.
In the seventh year and nine days, my brother came back.
Concept: Love has no gender distinction, only what the heart desires