My old math lady in middle school said that in the Square, her group of young generals were received by Chairman Mao. At that moment, she felt so happy that she was about to die. At that moment, she felt that the world was no longer important in her eyes.
Many years ago, I also experienced the feeling of being so happy that I was about to die. The feeling was so strong that life and death no longer mattered, and the world was already worthless in my eyes.
In this intertwined web of love and hate, my brother and I struggled for many years because of the two girls. We loved each other and hated each other. We seemed to be each other's phantoms, entangled.
I said to my brother Cao Shen: I will definitely give in to you in the next life, but in this life, I really can't give in to you. From then on, we were strangers in the world, until my brother left me forever, and I also carried all the memories in this thin text. I want to say to my brother: In the next life, I hope we are destined to be brothers.