A sour story, at the end of the year, from the perspective of the protagonist, the brother next door, secret feelings, and reunion after a long absence.
Note: attack is unclean
When I was a kid, my neighbor's brother often went to play by the creek. He seemed to like origami boats, which were as small as 1 centimeter and as large as 20 centimeters. He told me that paper boats would float to the people I miss, but paper boats are made of paper and will break when they touch the water...
I was leaving, and I said I would never forget him, so I folded a 3 cm paper boat every day to remember him. However, as time went by, my mind matured and I felt there was no need to do this childish thing, so I forgot about him.
Seeing each other again seems like the first time we met again...
"Teach me... What is love"
"Your love is like the paper boat you said, it will sink in the water."
Purpose: practice writing