"Brother, would you like to play with me and the kitten?"
"No"
T^T
Put down the pen and close the book. Hold my hand. Go out
He seemed to realize that something was different from what he just said, so he coughed like a little adult and said "pretend to be serious"
"Just for a moment, let's talk first. I just don't want you to cry in front of me. You are a man and you still cry."
"Good" ( ￣з(?▽｀)ε￣ )
——————One day many years later
After the two reunited, they sat on a small stone chair on the roof and looked up at the sky.
I pointed to the right part of my face below my eyes.
Asked my brother, "Brother, why do you have a scar now?"
He touched his face unconsciously
He smiled and said: "You scratched it when you were a child"?(???)?
"Nonsense, if I scratch your foxy face, I will scratch it all over" (?｀⊿?)? My explosive answer made me laugh out loud.
"Really? Maybe I remembered it wrong?"
Only later did I realize that it was the mark left on his face by the deceased kitten, so that I could find him at a glance among the crowd.
Intention: youth