Senior brother and I are from two different worlds. We have similar names but very different destinies.
My senior brother is an only son from a middle-class family. His family is well-off, he has won numerous awards, his life is smooth, and he has a bright future.
I only have a lazy father, a short-sighted mother, a vindictive sister, and a good-for-nothing brother. I support the whole family by doing test questions, and achieve miracles by writing test papers.
On the way to study, my senior brother answered my questions and solved my doubts without hiding any secrets. I respect my senior brother, I am grateful to my senior brother, I love my senior brother, and I am jealous of my senior brother.
After graduation, my senior brother went to study abroad and I went to work. Just when I thought we would never have any intersection from now on, my senior brother died.
Before he died, he called me twice, but by coincidence, I didn't pick up the phone.
We still don't know why our senior brother died that day.
Who knows, when I opened my eyes, I went back a few years ago, to a time when my senior brother had not committed suicide and we had not yet crossed paths.
I decided to find out why my senior brother died and rescue him.
I followed the clues and found my senior brother's social media account, trying to find clues.
Fortunately, I did find some clues about my senior brother.
Unfortunately, my senior brother also found out about me.
When I met my senior brother again, he smiled shyly.
I said hello, senior brother, and he asked fellow Taoist friends not to do anything.
I asked my senior brother what I meant, and he advised me to give up.
It was impossible to give up. In order to have something in common, I became his graduate student.
I told my senior brother that sunk costs cannot appear in Juan Wang's dictionary. The senior brother smiled shyly and started to discuss my family of origin with me.
Oh, senior brother, senior brother, do you know that no one has ever been able to tell the story of my original family with open eyes?
I told you, and my senior brother cried.
Senior brother told me that I cried too.
Damn it, I didn't expect that senior brother would be so miserable to me.
I finally knew why my senior brother died that day.
Original title: "Letters from Jiajia"
Copywritten on 2025/10/07
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Intention: Don't be involved in life and death, but control your own life and death.
