Year, first person, double clean
The elder brother Song Nianzi and the younger brother Song Zaizi (Kouhaiwang, has ptsd)
Five years ago in the summer, my father died, and my already fragile mother went crazy not long after. During the cremation, the flames engulfed a body and the otherwise happy family.
Mom, aren't we best friends? Why did you hit me?
Being under 13 years old at the time, the only person I could rely on was my brother who was three years older than me, Song Nianzi, who had left me without saying goodbye two years ago and now came to visit me.
What's so funny? It was Song Nianzi who said he wanted to take me away now.
Take me away when you go to XX. What did you do two years ago?
I punched him, and his beautiful face was bleeding. He didn't fight back, and he hugged me and cried.
I should have punched him again.
Okay, the above is my dream. I am my brother's dog. How can I be willing to beat him?
To relieve my boredom, I have no ideas and empty content, just write whatever I want.
Whether you torture or not depends on the individual
Concept: The word love is inherently painful