Through his blurred eyes, Qin Yizhou saw his eldest brother sighing softly. His expression was no longer clear, but he seemed to be smiling, just like when he stood emaciated at the door of the house in a lonely gown, watching his carriage rumble away.
It snowed heavily that day, and the strong wind blew away the white snowflakes. The dense white snow finally blew away his gentle and familiar features, but the scene was etched in his memory forever.
Supernatural novels of the Republic of China, a new type of intellectuals with a free and rebellious heart × a submissive and depressed elder brother who has a crush on his younger brother.
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The old and heavy door of the house gently opened a gap, and an old hand that looked like old tree bark pulled the door on the left inward. The other hand held two red lanterns, and the dark red light seemed to spread with a biting cold air.
The old man staggered forward and made way for the young man in black mink fur behind him.
The old man took out a bamboo ladder from behind the door and put it on the doorpost. The young man took away the red lantern in his hand, asked the old man to hold the bamboo ladder steady, and hung the two red lanterns on both sides of the house door.
The lantern was hung up, and the red light illuminated the dark house door.
The young man put his hand on the heater in his wide sleeves, raised his head slightly, and looked far away. Although there was only endless darkness in the distance, he seemed to be able to see something focused on.
The red lantern that had just been hung was swaying, swaying its gentle and strange red light on his white face, making his eyes dim and bright.
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