The first time I saw you, you stretched out your hand to me with a smile, "You are Xiaolan, I'm glad to meet you. I'm Ke Yiran, your new brother." Such a gentle smile is something I haven't seen in a long time. Timidly, she slowly stretched out her hand, and he took the initiative to hold it in his hand. A warm temperature spread from the palm of my hand. . . . . .
"Brother, take a photo with me, so that I can remember you firmly, and I can always give myself the courage to face the days without you." Time is a terrible thing, and it can erase all memories without leaving a trace. But I have photos of my brother, which is like having those fixed memories. No matter how time flies, I will never forget them. . . . . .