On my eighteenth birthday, my brother took a seven-hour high-speed train ride to see me.
When he arrived at the East Station, his face looked tired, but he still took me to the tea restaurant where we had eaten many times as before, and ordered the most seasonal bayberry and lychee drink.
When the drinks were brought, he looked serious: "I have something very important to tell you."
I actually know what he's going to say.
It's nothing more than "We are actually not related by blood. But it doesn't matter, I will always be behind you."
He doesn't know that what I want is for him to be by my side forever.
Later, he stopped talking, because I kissed him, my tongue pried open his lips and teeth, and as soon as I swallowed the sparkling water soaked in the flavor of bayberry and lychee, there was a mixture of sour and sweet everywhere.
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To tell a joke, my brother thought I was crazy.
He didn't come back during the Spring Festival that year, but he gave me the New Year's money as always, and the living expenses were credited to my account silently, ding dong ding dong.
However, in the spring three years later, I suddenly wanted to drink bayberry and lychee drink, so I went crazy in the circle of friends, but he showed up at my door in the evening with half a bag of lychees.
*Pseudo-orthopedics, not related by blood, my brother is Gong
First person. The author is insane.
Intention: No
