[I won't write it anymore] The locked parts are all parts of the car and cannot be released.
Quan Mu
Private ooc/no upper body in person
Pseudo Bones | Shuang Jie | Age difference | City | Half-mother | Chasing Wife Crematorium
Introduction:
When he was seven years old, Murien was abandoned by his mother. His father took him to a strange big house, pointed at the indifferent young man upstairs and said, "This is your brother, Wang Quan."
Seventeen-year-old Wang Quan stood on the stairs, his eyes full of disgust: "I don't have a younger brother."
But Murien raised his face and timidly shouted: "Brother."
Wang Quan shook him off. But Murien still followed, got up after falling, was pushed away and then came closer.
In the first year, Wang Quan hated him. In the second year, Wang Quan got used to him. In the third year, Wang Quan couldn't live without him.
Twenty-year-old Wang Quan would hold the hand of ten-year-old Mu Ruien through every street, cover him with a quilt at night, and pick him up and put him on his shoulders under the fireworks.
"Brother, the fireworks are so beautiful!"
Wang Quan didn't look at the fireworks, but looked down at him, his eyes brighter than the fireworks.
That night, Wang Quan bent down and touched his lips lightly. Very short, like a gust of wind. Ten-year-old Murien didn't know what it was, but he felt that the place he touched was burned for a long time.
He didn't ask, and Wang Quan didn't say anything.
Then everything fell apart. Wang Quan's mother came back and quarreled and threw things. Wang Quan rushed into the rainy night and was hit by a car and fell on the zebra crossing. Murien rushed towards him and held him in his arms. Blood mixed with rain flowed all over him: "Brother, look at me... I am En En..."
Wang Quan did not open his eyes.
In the hospital, Wang Quan's mother wanted to take him abroad. Ten-year-old Murien was blocking the door of the ward and was pushed away and kicked down, but he held on tightly.
"Please... Don't take my brother away..."
When Wang Quan was pushed away, a paper crane fell out of the pocket of his hospital gown. Murien picked it up and held it in his hand.
It was broken when he was seven years old. Wang Quan said it was ugly, but kept it for three years.
Five years later. Fifteen-year-old Mu Zhicheng changed his name and saw that person at a party. He rushed over, his hands hanging in the air, his voice trembling: "Brother... Don't you recognize me? I am Mu Ruien, brother."
Wang Lujie took a step back and frowned: "I don't know. Should we know each other?"
Mu Zhicheng squatted in the empty corridor, clutching the yellow paper crane, his shoulders shaking so much that he could not speak.
——Later I learned that the five years without you are called the rest of my life.
——And the rest of my life is so long, I can't even wait for a paper crane.
Intention: Intention to be added