Rain is annoying.
Annoying, annoying and annoying.
"Xiao Luo," the aunt asked a boy from behind who looked about the same age as him to come out, "this is my son, his name is Xie Zhu."
Luo Quwang didn't like to talk at first, and Xie Zhu didn't seem to like him either.
However, after getting along for a long time, Luo Quwang found that he liked the name of his unrelated brother very much.
"Xie Chu."
"Xie Tu!"
"Xie Chu——"
In his senior year of high school, Luo Quwang and Xie Zhu stood numbly in front of two urns. After it was over, Luo Quwang was sent away by Xie Zhu.
"Brother! Xie Zhu!"
There was no sound, and all I could see was the shadow of the car blurred by the rain and the uncomfortable soreness around my eyes.
Eight years later——
"Brother, next time I call your name, will you look back?"
"Yes."
I want to hear your voice call my name.
Cold-hearted, evil-faced attack × cold, stubborn and receptive
Hopefully, the next time you hear your name, I can see you looking back.
Intention: Next time I hear your name, remember to look back
