Lonely and gentle girl x Lonely and gentle boy
The story of two people who appear to be sane but are actually crazy and paranoid.
"Absolute sanity often accompanies absolute madness."
I'm a madman, I'm in love with my brother
Qin Zhili loved Qin Zhishu, from birth to death, from snow to wind, only Qin Zhili knew
"They are each other's Prometheus"
The old residential buildings in the south of the city are incompatible with Yun City, and even a little dilapidated in comparison, but this is the only home of Qin Zhili and Qin Zhishu
Upstairs, she was nestled in his arms and reading quietly
Downstairs, they walked side by side under the moonlight and in the wind
In the summer, when the leaves are shaking, the electric fan above your head makes a squeaking sound, and the laughter of a boy splashing water travels through the leaves.
When it snows in winter, they are wrapped in thick quilts and huddle together
In the sound of doors opening and closing and creaking, she and he saw the time passing by, as if their hearts were beating.
"Brother, I love you."
Did she say it?
Maybe.
It is obvious that ordinary brothers and sisters will avoid suspicion when they grow up, but they clumsily maintain the way they got along with each other as children. It is obvious that accepting marriage can break away from their original family faster, but they desperately refuse...
All the things in the past finally converged into a thin flowing stream today, extending in a certain direction.
Or maybe it's not a stream, but blood, struggling and crawling in a certain direction.
Is it love?
It's love.
Qin Zhili sometimes feels that he and his brother are like two trees, standing in the wind and snow.
In the wilderness, under the thick snow and soil, their tree roots are tightly entangled, perhaps until death.
Or maybe, this entanglement will never end until death.
"Your name is Russia's long border.
I imagine our meeting on the back of a grand death
…
The dance at the national border stopped, and the heavy snow fell towards our lonely destiny.
…
I sang about this cold spring, I sang about our ruins"
Part of the quotation comes from "The Song of the Last Days"
For some points of note, please see the author's words at the end of Chapter 1
Purpose: live a good life
