[Pseudo-orthopedics+double men+modern]
[The moist and jade-like elder brother x the gloomy and paranoid younger brother]
"You said that we are like Tangdi, born from the same roots and never separated."
In the midsummer of that year, the Tangdi flowers in the courtyard were in full bloom, with two bright red flowers nestled on the branches. When the wind blew, they would whisper affectionately to each other. You lean on the porch and laugh, saying that we are like this - connected by blood, bones and blood, and even our fates can't tell the difference between each other. But then the snow fell.
The lights in the hospital corridor are pale and the smell of disinfectant is pungent. You lie there, as quiet as a pale statue. I stood outside the ward, looking at the frost condensed on the glass, and suddenly remembered that winter night, you sneaked into my bed, pressed your hands and feet against me with cold hands, and said with a smile: "Brother, we are originally one, right?"
Now the mountains and rivers are silent, and the world is filled with snow. I stood in our old yard, looking at the last piece of snow on the dead branches, and suddenly I was in a trance - have you become me, or have I become you?
Intention: Did you become me, or did I become you?