Gradually, my brother stopped calling me brother. Although I was a little sad at first. But later, my brother said that he didn't call me brother because he liked me. But I can't figure out what it has to do with not asking my brother and my brother to like me.
My brother touched my head: Don't think about it. Wait a minute and you'll get a headache again.
My younger brother said that I am stupider than him because my head is smaller. If I think about things too much, I will get a headache. The more I think about things, the stupider I get. Think about it like this.