The farthest distance in the world is not life and death, but knowing that we love each other but not being together. I have a brother who is two years older than me, but I have never met him. When I was two years old, my brother left my father and me with my mother. So I never had a brother in my memory until I grew up and became sensible. When I was a child, I was often bullied by other children. If I resisted, they would call my brothers and sisters to "teach" me. Perhaps because I had suffered too much, my longing for my brother became stronger and stronger. I began to imagine my brother's image: he was tall and handsome, with a heroic demeanor; In short, he is a perfect boy. I have always had a worry: If one day I meet my brother, but I don't know that he is my brother, and he is so good that I fall hopelessly in love with him, what should I do? Will she be as sad and painful as Fang Qi in the novel? Sometimes I laugh at myself for being stupid. How could I fall in love with my brother? But things are unpredictable, what if? ..... Actually, I really hope to find my brother, but we haven't seen each other for more than ten years, and I don't even know his name or where he is... I don't know if we will have the chance to meet again in this life... Brother, where are you? Do you know that you still have a sister like me in the world? I would like to dedicate this book to my brother to express how much I miss him!
PS: "The Most Distant Lover" was written in 2007. Three years later, in 2010, I finally met my brother.
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