[Excerpt 1] I never knew what ten years was, nor did I know how many decades there were in my life.
However, from the moment that stuffy oil bottle stepped into the bronze door, these ten years have become the support of my life, and my bones and blood are inseparable.
When he left, I really didn't have any mood swings. I live the life of my little antique boss indifferently. I think I was always unwilling to admit it, and I didn't dare to admit that my brother would never come back.
I'm not stupid. Deep in my heart, there is a desolate place that has been screaming desperately: Zhang Qiling will never come back. Damn that place where chickens don't lay eggs and birds don't pull to death. That place is always covered with snow and is so cold. Even if he is a god, he can't survive.
[Excerpt 2]
The sunshine in the winter afternoon always makes people drowsy. I lay on the old wicker chair and squinted at the ceiling. After a while, I fell asleep. I wonder if it was because I mentioned the oil bottle during the meal. The dream was about the scene of me and him lingering on that Valentine's Day night. The eyes were full of broken lights, and the double bed in the bedroom was extremely soft. He and I were intertwined and rolling. In the quiet night, only heavy breathing and his murmurs remained. Wu Xie. Wu Xie. The low voice made my soul tremble. I tried my best to raise my head, trying to see his expression clearly, but the waves of impact below me made me trance. In the hazy place, I could only see the black unicorns crawling densely all over his shoulders, his sweat-soaked ink hair sticking to his face, and his pair of black pupils full of holes. The pleasure under my body became more and more intense, a white light flashed in front of my eyes, and I twitched and released.