The Bright Moon Is Mute

Shen Zhao chopped up the page "Thousands of miles apart and we share the bright moon". Because he couldn't stand thinking about his brother after he died. He had broken off a piece of his finger. It was not a car accident, it was cut off by himself after he sat holding his brother's body all night. He bought a bowl of wontons on the fifteenth day of every month and kept them for twenty years without eating a bite. Because eating it is equivalent to admitting that my brother is really gone. He dug out the tree in front of his brother's grave and dug out the brick with his name engraved on it. Everyone thought he was hating the bright moon for not shining on him. Only he himself knew that what he hated was that the bright moon kept shining, but he didn't know how to stand in the light. Twenty years. When he looked up from his hatred, the moon was already old. One sentence slogan "Ming Yue never fails to make a promise, but I am the one who failed to make a promise."