When I was seventeen, my life was very lively, like a vegetable market. The chirping birds kept chirping year after year, and finally the birds stopped chirping because I couldn't hear them anymore.
Most of my friends dispersed in the end, and there weren't many people accompanying me. My brother was one of them.
This world is so big that I can't describe it in words.
Ever since, I started to use actions to see how big the world is.
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My world is not quiet. There are many, many people in it, some of whom have been reluctant to part with me, some who have been with me reluctantly, and some who have been reluctant to part with me.
There are many of these three types of people, and I don't lack any love.
But my brother brought these three kinds of people together into one him.
But I just lack my brother's love.
Isn't that okay?
I asked my brother this.
My brother shook his head at that time and said, it just doesn't work. Neither will work.
But it's so normal for my brother to reject me. Because I am his younger brother, my younger brother and elder brother, that is, if it were you, would you accept it?
Won't.
So, this is totally normal.
But I was and am a relatively stubborn person.
Let me tell you this.
I have lived in the countryside since I was a child, and most of my memories started from the age of six or seven.
Saying too much is not too much, saying too little is not too much. I don't know how to describe it either.
Sour Be Subject to First Person Perspective Pseudo Bone
Purpose: Happy every day