Mud into the Sea

At my brother Lu Tao's wedding, everything was perfect to a fault. He is smiling, the bride is smiling, all the guests are smiling, even the curvature of the corners of their mouths are exactly the same. But I remember that this guy could cry and drink a whole bottle of liquor because he was broken up in love. Now he looked at the bride with eyes as calm as looking at a piece of furniture. The host asked him to tell a love story, and all he said were standard answers such as "suitable personality" and "future plans." When it was the bride's turn to speak, she accidentally tripped and the wine glass shattered. Lu Tao's first reaction was not to rush forward, but to hand over a tissue with a smile and said: "Be careful, don't move, I will clean it up." The whole audience applauded his "consideration". But I felt a chill running up from the soles of my feet - they looked so happy, why did I feel that the crying and fussy Lu Tao I knew was already dead?