That day I jokingly asked my friend, "What would you do if your brother confessed to you?" He smiled and said, "No way, stop talking nonsense to me." Later, after graduation, we contacted occasionally. That day, he suddenly appeared at the gate of my school, still wearing the pure black short-sleeved shirt but becoming a little haggard. We held the bottle and joked with each other with the strength of the wine. I said he had become a greasy young man, and he said that I had become a greasy old dog. We walked while making trouble, and finally stopped at the riverside. The street lights made my eyes hurt. He stood next to me and leaned on the railing. It seemed like a long time had passed, but he seemed to be finally relieved. In fact, he knew it from the beginning, so the careless look was just a show, the calm look was a show-off, and the nonchalant look was also a show-off. Maybe for him, a story that knows the ending is much warmer than a story without an ending. He wanted to be a warrior, but in the end, he found that even saying "I like you" was inappropriate. That day, Jiang Feng made him cry. That day he smiled and told me, "Actually, I was the one who confessed." Later, he told me, "If you write a novel, remember to stop that person from being a coward like me and be a bastard. I also hope that that person will be happy for me."