"Brother, I'll give it to you."
Yang Tongze took a bulging little cloth bag. If he remembered correctly, the material seemed to be leftover from his mother's insole storage. There are no embroideries, no decorations, and no hangings. Although the elastic band is stitched very uniquely, it doesn't really look like a parting gift.
"Incense... Sachet?"
Liang Jingmo: "It's just a medicine bag. I've smelled it and it doesn't smell good."
"What kind of medicine is it packed with?"
"Ghosts are sad," Liang Jingmo looked at him meaningfully, "You know~"
Yang Tongze said in his heart: I'm sorry, I don't quite understand.
The story of two young people born in the 1970s fighting against the slightly unfair world for each other and the people around them.
The doting brother is a crazy person × no need to be pampered by my brother
HE not related by blood
Intention: Life should come from struggle.