When Pei Yan was sixteen, his mother passed away.
My father took home another woman. Within two months, the woman had breast cancer and passed away.
A year later, the father brought back a boy.
Euphemistically speaking, the woman's only son is responsible for raising him.
She looks not much younger than him, but looks fairer.
The boy reluctantly called him: "... Brother."
Pei Yan thought from the bottom of his heart, what the fuck.
There was no way, his conscience told him that he could not ignore this cheap brother.
He believed that his image of a brother in Lin Zhiheng's mind had been packaged to perfection. As long as I support him on the way forward, accompany him, and give him the care he has never had before, one day, his brother will definitely be able to stand out and make a name for himself! !
It was not until the end of the college entrance examination that 18-year-old Lin Zhiheng confessed to him.
Pei Yan: "...?" No, brother, that's not what I meant, right? ?
Pei Yan: "Damn it, I only regard you as my younger brother!"
Lin Zhiheng: "I know, I regard you as more than just a brother."
So fucking fucked. Pei Yan thought this again.
He, under the year, pseudo-bone
Purpose: Brothers, friends and brothers