The first time I met him many years ago, he was wearing a white sweater with a blue knitted jacket, sitting alone at the window seat of a coffee shop drinking coffee, his eyes full of loneliness and indifference. I said at that time that brother was so beautiful, but my mother pulled me away, saying that kind of people rely on others to support their Mb, so stay away from him, they are all dirty in their bones. Many years later, he lay quietly in my arms, looking out the window aimlessly. I smiled and said that he looked very beautiful tonight.
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