I have an older brother who is not biological.
We grew up together.
He didn't like to talk since he was a child.
But I know that he carved all the unspeakable words into stone.
I thought life would go on like this forever. I will always call him brother and he will always answer. I thought we could go to college together.
In his sophomore year of high school, his father died of illness. In his senior year of high school, his right hand was bitten by a machine. The factory bit back and he was expelled from the school.
Then he disappeared.
There was no warning, no explanation, just a stone deer and a note - "Yangyang, study hard in college."
Seven years. I traveled to hundreds of cities, interviewed hundreds of people, and wrote a bunch of manuscripts. He was not found.
Seven years later, at the funeral of a master in stone carving, I saw a figure. With just one glance, I knew it was him.
But before I could say anything, he turned around and left.
When I chased him out, there was nothing in the rain.
He's gone again.
Brother, I forgive you for leaving without saying goodbye, I forgive you for disappearing, and I forgive you for choosing... To leave me behind.
I just want to know,
How are you?
Lively, tough, kind and lovely female reporter × silent, strong, tolerant and affectionate stone carving artist
There is something hidden in the seven years since my brother disappeared. It's not that he doesn't want to return to Yangyang, it's that he can't.
Shuangjie, he, they both love each other so much!
Intent: The voice of the silent is not silent