I know that I have been different from others since I was a child, but what is the difference? My mother said that I am special. Well, I thought about it seriously. My brother also said the same thing. He always said that I look special. I thought that the meaning should be similar. I guessed that I am not an ordinary person, okay.
We must firmly believe that we are not ordinary people. --This is what my brother said after he took me to practice skydiving from the roof of a building and fell for the thirty-third time.
My brother said that the man did not cry when he was bleeding, even though it was very hard to hold it in. I looked distressed, so I punched him to help him shed tears.
After that, I stayed away from my brother and met another man who truly loved me. I would cry to him, smile to him, and be gentle to him just like I did to my brother.
I said: I dare not treat you badly, I am afraid that you will suddenly disappear like my brother.
He blinked and told me gently: Don't be afraid, be good, do whatever you want, I'm yours, I'll naturally let you bully me.
I said, really? He said, really.
I punched him without mercy.
Him:......
A Rakshasa with a Thousand Faces, he would drop everything and follow me around regardless of the situation. I thought he was such a cold-blooded and cold-hearted good man, how could he be so stubborn?
In this world, one, two, three, four... Are like magnets and magnets, attracting each other.
Life after life, lingering.