The younger brother is actually not young anymore. He is a man in his late thirties and in his prime, but he has a fair face that is younger than Liszt and a slender figure like a teenager.
The little brother hated the gold he was taught to pronounce, so every year in the complaint list distributed by GM to volunteers and employees, the little brother would fill in the line with gold and multiply it by the total number of non-designated collection cards, and attach a 10,000-word non-repeated criticism example every time that made the GMs feel more intimate. One more thing, according to each statistical result, the absentee Jin and the sloppy Du En were second in the shift, and the guy with the highest performance was eliminated by everyone because of his irregular convulsions. He has been the number one for many years, and has always been imitated and never surpassed.
When I was young, I lived in the slums and was so hungry that I was favored by aristocratic ladies. Polishing the worn-out leather shoes spotlessly every day can reflect the person's face, wearing a pair of white khaki pants and a gray velvet jacket, carrying cigarettes and dreams in his pocket, swindling in the backstreets and alleys, and living in a muddle. He had liked more than one girl, and every crush came and went in a hurry; he had his own doghouse, which was neatly tidied, but he could still find a smelly sock when he was making bread. The walls were covered with enchanting girls in different postures and densely packed little notes. Jin once praised him for being in such a room without suffocation, self-mutilation, or sex, without personality distortion, or secrets. It's a miracle that he has a phobia; he also has a career that he is proud of [three views are slightly less positive], he is good at cheating, stealing, and stealing, and he can't save the money without spending all the profits. He just finds a window with children in the back street and stuffs it in. When he has no money, he goes to "work". People on the road call him "Fox Rabbit", a fox is cunning, and a rabbit has three burrows, but it is rarely confused.
But that's all in the past. Now I'm working as a little brother on Greed Island, running around delivering food in various scenes every day, and I don't forget to create criticism essays after work (…).
As time passed, he lost a lot of things, and gained possessions that he had never dared to imagine, and there was still a blank in his heart. There are some things that you don't need to lose to understand how precious they are, but you can't do anything, you can't do anything but watch yourself lose.