While waiting for the red light at the intersection, I saw him. A bright red overflowed from his lips, and his already thin body looked even more frail. He was sitting on the steps of the street and alley, with a gloomy face. If my eyesight was better, I might be able to see his red eyes and the unrepentant hatred in them.
It's a pity that I don't have such good eyesight. For a moment, I thought of the little boy who would sit quietly and wait under the shade of a tree while his companions were laughing and playing. An Qi told me that he was the smartest kid in their school, and his uncle praised him for being dignified and polite more than once. But when I saw him, I knew he was wearing a mask. He smiled slightly, put away the desire in his eyes, and called me Sister An Ning. He deliberately didn't look at Wang Dadong and An Qi running on the grass.
Rex grew up and so did I. So I remind myself that he is no longer the little boy who could only wait under the shade of the trees. He finally became the powerful and feared adult he longed to be.
Concept: sister-brother love
