"Yan Ze," Qiu Liang turned around, hugged Yan Ze, buried his head in his shoulder, and said dullly, "can we be good brothers for life?"
Yan Ze hugged him back tightly: "Yes, of course I can."
Qiu Liang pushed Yan Ze away, took a step back, and smiled lightly. A few warm beams of light shined on his smiling face through the gaps in the leaves, and the thick long eyelashes cast fan-like shadows on his face. At that moment, it seemed that time was stunned.
Yan Ze was slightly in a daze. He calmed down and whispered, "Let's go."
"Yeah."
When memory cannot withstand the passage of time, will you and I still be brothers?