He is like a light and distant platycodon flower, accustomed to keeping a safe distance from others.
When I met the young man at the amusement park, he made an exception by some strange coincidence. He hooked up with him and said, let me be your brother.
He took good care of him.
He would call up the boy who was actually older than him, bring breakfast and wait for him downstairs; he would chase him until he swallowed the pills obediently; he would carefully put his hand between the furry head and the car window when the boy studied late and caught up on his sleep on the bus.
Until the young man left without saying goodbye.
He was sad and annoyed, and he was angry.
He thought they would never meet again.
But one rainy night, I looked back and saw him again.