No Wind but Slight Ripples

(Not entirely consistent with the text) In the first year with my brother, he kissed me. We hugged each other in the storm. It was very cold, but the kiss was very hot. In the second year when I was with my brother, he worked part-time to support me. My brother said, I will study hard and support him in the future. I was very touched and felt that I would love him for the rest of my life. In my third year with my brother, I graduated from high school, was admitted to a good university, and met many different people. I looked at my brother. He was smoking a cigarette that cost a few yuan at the construction site, humming old-fashioned songs, and his clothes were droopy and very old. I swear to let my brother live a good life. In the fourth year of my relationship with my brother, I had an affair with a lovely girl from the same school. The girl had the same hobbies as me. We both loved tennis and reading. We both loved Dante and French poetry. We enjoyed walking together in the evening and enjoying the wind. In the fifth year of being together with my brother, I still like him, but mostly I feel sorry for him. I feel guilty about my betrayal, but I can no longer remember the impulse I had to love him forever. In the sixth year of being together with my brother, my brother got married. Breaking up, he mentioned it. He said that he no longer loves me, and there is only family affection between us. I said yes. In the seventh year of my acquaintance with my brother, my sister-in-law became pregnant. My brother seemed happy and was planning a wedding banquet. There is nothing easy to do. My brother and I are both orphans, and my sister-in-law only has an old grandmother. At the wedding banquet, my brother and I were drinking. My sister-in-law was not in good health, so she could only sit aside with juice and look at us smiling softly. My brother is a good drinker, but I am not. I was drunk, but my brother seemed to be fine and carried me back home. I told him that I had a job and could make money to support him. My brother asked me to save the money, saying that I would marry a wife in the future. I scolded him secretly in my heart, feeling that he didn't understand anything. In the eighth year of my acquaintance with my brother, my sister-in-law passed away and my brother took the ashes alone. I followed the professor to other provinces. When I came back, I only saw my sister-in-law's gray photo frame with a small pile of rice cakes beside it. My sister-in-law died in childbirth. My brother seems to have aged overnight. He is no longer talkative. He only occasionally asks me about things in school, and tells me to work hard and come to him if I have any difficulties. After that, I was pushed further by him. College life is really boring, and I rarely think of my brother. When I recall it occasionally, I only remember that he became more and more indifferent to me. In the ninth year after I met my brother, he passed away. It is said that he was hit and killed by a drunk driver while visiting his brother. My brother, is he dead? I can't believe that in my memory, my brother is like a beam and will not collapse. When I saw my brother's body, I didn't dare to look at him. His face was covered with a white cloth so he couldn't see me cry. The house collapsed and my love was killed. On the tenth year since I met my brother, I jumped into the sea with the ring he gave me. I missed him. The ring was in the box, he didn't propose, and I didn't say yes to him. Really, I just kind of want to see him. The sea water is cold, and I think of the first year I met my brother. It was like I was kissing him, our ears and temples were rubbing against each other, and we were in love with each other. After the body was recovered, no one buried me. In the past, my brother had me, but I had nothing. I don't know who it is, I don't know if anyone will bury me, and whether I can be buried with my brother. A week before my brother was cremated, the police gave me a box. After opening it, it was a silver ring. I put it on and it had my name engraved on it. Perhaps, I never knew how much my brother loved me, and I never thought about how much I loved him too. He knows my faded love for him, knows my betrayal, and has seen me kissing others. I know he had true feelings for his sister-in-law and they had a child together. We make mistakes, and we try our best to save them. I saw a ring hidden in my brother's pocket. He ran to the campus. He was about to say to me: "In fact, I have always loved you." I will hug him, kiss him, and tell him that I am too. Motto: Family love is priceless