I don't know where to start this story. Logically speaking, it should have a beautiful beginning, but the more beautiful the beginning, the less likely it is to have a satisfactory ending. Perhaps, this story is destined to have no ending from the beginning.
How can anyone not regret being young and ridiculous?
In the mist of the bamboo forest, the young man in yellow shirt smiled and said: "Senior brother, you like swords so much. I really want to become a sharp sword that will never break, so that you can take me all over the world. If you encounter bullies and gangsters, with me in your hand, you will not be afraid! We can stay together for the rest of our lives and defeat invincible opponents in the world!"
"But how can a person turn into a sword? A sword is a dangerous weapon and can hurt people." The senior brother in the memory still had a gentle look on his face, and his fingertips gently touched his sweaty forehead.
"Aluo doesn't want to hurt anyone. Aluo just wants to protect his senior brother. Tell me, why do so many people want to hurt others?"
"Because people are not swords. Swords have no desires. People have desires. If you want something, you can't help but fight for it."
"Aluo has never had much self-control, so it's better to be my senior brother's sword. Master said that only you can control me."
"Arlo, when will you grow up?"
"Senior brother, why do you like swords so much?"
The snowfield is always covered in snow all year round, but the world is changing, and time passes year after year. Only now do I understand that what I asked for that day is not as good as having you by my side.