My name is Qin Ruan. My mother died when I was 5 years old. My father turned around and brought home a woman and a child who was my half-brother. I began to hate him. I even often vented my anger on him, but he didn't blame me and tolerated and forgiven me time and time again. The fact that I don't have a mother has often been used as a reason for others to laugh at me since I entered junior high school. I was bullied on campus, looked down upon by teachers and classmates, and often beaten... He always protected me, and he also suffered a lot of injuries.
In the blink of an eye, when I grew up, I confessed to my brother and he agreed. The news was leaked and we couldn't even appear in the same place at the same time.
I don't understand why we can't be accepted and have to live in the strange eyes of others. We are like ants in the darkness, needing to rely on other people's light to survive, but we are accidentally swallowed up and buried by the dazzling light.
Finally, a year later, I came home from get off work one day and saw my brother lying on the bed. I thought he had gotten off work earlier than me and fell asleep due to exhaustion, so I wanted to call him after I finished eating to let him sleep a little longer. What I didn't know was that that side of the morning was gone forever, and no one in the house would ever wake up again.
I finished cooking and gently approached him, calling him brother in his ear. Normally, he would have been frightened and woke up, but when I touched him, his whole body was cold and he was not breathing...
I was shocked and saw the bottle of sleeping pills in the trash can.
Why is such a gentle and cheerful person like this? I hugged him gently, hoping to make him warmer, but it was ridiculous, this man would never wake up again. I cried helplessly, but no one touched my head and said to me,
"Don't cry, men don't shed tears easily."
After sitting on the sofa for a day, I recalled the first time I saw this gentle boy 20 years ago. In fact, it was clearly my father and his mother's fault, but I was angry with him. I couldn't stop crying, and I raised my head vaguely. I seemed to see him again. He was standing in front of me.
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