On the day Bian Yao returned to China, at the airport, his friend pointed at the man waiting at the pick-up gate and asked, "Who is that?"
The man looked at her expressionlessly, his eyebrows were as cold as ice, and the collar of his shirt was loose and open.
Bian Yao's eyes fell on him and he replied softly: "My brother."
She glanced at the piece of skin under his neck and remembered how she had bitten there seven years ago while gasping for breath.
——No one knew that they had squeezed into a broken wooden bed and kissed.
The rental house was full of dust, gray and damp, and she was soaked to the skin. She half-leaned into the man's arms and grabbed his collar.
"... I am your brother." Shen Ke's eyes were dark and his breathing was messy.
Bian Yao slowly pressed forward, gently brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth, and said in an innocent tone: "Can't you... Do this with your brother?"
The moment he finished speaking, he gently closed his eyes.
Then he held her chin silently and kissed her.
*
Bian Yao's life is gray. She often thinks that if she had not met Shen Ke, she might have been wandering like a duckweed all her life.
It was Shen Ke who held her tightly and gave her a home.
Then he dropped her again.
"The day he left me, the neem flower bloomed and the rain knocked the petals to the ground."
"Under that tree, I finally realized with tears in my eyes."
"The short spring of my life is completely over."
*Pseudo-orthopedics, foster care, brother and sister, homeless
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