The void spirit sneaks into the night with the wind, ploughing and moisturizing things silently

In 2000, on the night of Moling City, in a hidden and almost forgotten place, the thick aroma of tobacco softened my nerves from head to toe. Situated half a slice of lemon and let the alcohol slide down my throat one by one. I don't have an alcohol addiction, I just want to experience the illusion of frustration, vomiting, even once.

A game of magical dreams made me meet someone. That person looks very similar to me, yes, that's it, his name is Fang Yuhui, my twin brother. In any case, if I wasn't jealous of him, I seemed sorry for everyone who loved him.

He has always been lovable, and he has been surrounded since he was a child. His aspirations will never be extravagant, he can succeed if he wants to do it, and he seems to be my role model, my only idol. I remember that when we were younger, it was quite easy for a guest or relative walking around my house to tell which one was him and which one was me, even if we were dressed in the same attire. It's not the difference in appearance, but there is always a special fragrance and kindness looming in my brother's body, which is irresistible. And I, too, am grateful to God for his special kindness, because, at the same time, it has fulfilled my friendship with loneliness. Whenever the flowers wither and the fields are vast, it is my season.

I remember when I was in the first grade of elementary school, my brother took thirty little red flowers in the first semester and got his parents' reward as he wished, which was a golden lion cub. But it was also my favorite, a toy that I had been with my mother for a long time, and he saw my mind and stuffed it into my arms. I don't know if I was moved at that time, so I held the lion cub and fiddled with it carefully......

If you want to give me a score for my memory, it will probably fail from the moment I landed, I can forget everything, I can lose everything, and the little lion is naturally not spared. Although the whole family seemed to discuss and did not murder me, the days were gloomy for a long time.

I have a phobia of numbers since I was a child, but my brother is different, when he was in elementary school, he represented the school every year to participate in the mathematics competitions organized by the Urban Education Commission, and he was repeatedly on the list and won awards every time. Once, I got a pink plastic doll, and it made everyone laugh for a long time, hehe, because the doll has a name "Tian Fangfang" engraved on the back. But his carelessness is just like this, probably no one can withstand my infection.

Later, when the school moved to a new, renovated building, he would always stare at the portraits of great men in the frames in the corridors, standing there gesturing with his hands. As soon as I finished my homework, I disappeared, and these family members saw it and decided to let us study art together, on the one hand, to take into account my brother's interests, and on the other hand, to restrain my personality. Because of the "holy decree", whether we are in class or out of class, we always keep drawing when we think about it. The teacher didn't say anything, just because we didn't affect the cultural learning performance.

When I was in the third grade of elementary school, I listened to the advice of the school's art teacher, and after a letter of recommendation from the school, we went to a well-known art school every Saturday and Sunday to learn sketching and coloring. In the beginning, for his brother Yuhui, it was his Garden of Eden. He was indeed a genius, and after only seven or eight studies, he was already able to attend the advanced class of the junior group. Later, he received a notice of early graduation. Before saying goodbye, the teacher touched his brother's head and said four words to his mother: jade can be carved. How could I understand such esoteric words at that time, I only knew that without my brother to accompany me, who would want to run such a wrongful way in the cold winter and heat, and I would stop there.

Yu Hui is so persistent and dedicated to everyone and everything he loves.

Once, when we went to sketch on the street, it rained, and when we got home, the notebook on my head was already soaked, and my brother kept carrying it in his clothes, protecting his beloved works. That night, he developed a high fever. I was anxious and happy that there was no one to accompany me to and from school, and I was happy that people like him could get sick. During the days when my brother was lying at home, I felt a lot more and more relaxed, and without such a good person around me, I seemed to see everyone's smiles. I was very happy in those days.

The germination of emotion, the first Plato was also at that time, it spread out a roll of blue in front of my eyes, and put the first bright light in the ears of osmanthus flowers, so that I can still sort out the material of memories. And from then on, I began to have the habit of writing a diary, under the fluorescent lamp, using a pencil to make dialogue-like portrayals in the bars, it was an absolutely spiritual time.

I have to mention that at the end of that year, he, my brother, Yu Hui's report card turned out to be excellent in Koko. And I knew in my heart that these stacks of diary paper could not be exchanged for the appreciation and affirmation of my parents. But it seems that it can be said that in these naïve 16 years, Yu Hui and I still maintain the unique sense and reliance between twins.