"Ban Yue, don't cry. Brother is fine." In order to save me, my white shirt was dyed with the brightest red color of life. "Well, don't cry for half a month!" I desperately wiped away the tears that overflowed from the corners of my eyes, and watched helplessly as the medical staff carried me away... In the end, three nails were driven into my leg bones. I stroked my brother's leg heartbrokenly, "Brother, does it still hurt?" My brother shook his head, stroked my head, and said, "Brother, I may not be able to carry half a month anymore." I looked at my brother, tears blurred my vision, and murmured: "Brother, you will always be the sky that rises to the half moon."