When I was young, my parents often flew back and forth between China and the United States for business. It was just me and a few servants at Noda's house. Every night, the 400-square-meter villa would look particularly desolate.
When I was four years old, my father died in a car accident. My mother was depressed for a long time. Later, she brought a little boy back from the hospital. My mother said that it was because of his father that the car accident caused the death of both his parents. My mother simply took him home because of guilt. But I didn't know at that time that he would become a hurdle that I would never go through in my life.
My mother renamed him Xu Huayang, who is my nominal brother. Every time there was thunder, he would always rush to my side and say: "Don't be afraid, Xiao Ning, I'm here!" He didn't know how much courage his words gave me. At least in the future, every time there was thunder, I would think of his warm embrace, but the warmth that was once so easily available was lost bit by bit over the years until it disappeared.
A long time later, I met him again. He was still as sunny as before, but without that light. When I think of him, I feel very sad. I can't tell where the sadness comes from. Is he looking in the direction of me with the same eyes?
"Xu Huayang, let me go, what do you want from me?"
"Xu Jiangning, you will be mine for the rest of your life, don't even think about getting rid of me."
"Don't you think you're being too domineering?"
"I've never been sure about you. How can I do it without being domineering!"