I've always been just an ordinary person. I can't remember what my parents looked like. I've been with my brother for as long as I can remember. He's a big doctor, and always has been. Weird, right? He's been like this since I was little, and now that I'm older, he's still like that. I know he's not an ordinary person. Sometimes I think that he is not my brother, but my father.

He doesn't grow old and is a great doctor. Sometimes I'm still jealous of him. I used to think how nice it would be if I had a life like his and never grow old! Perhaps, the immortal also has his secrets and his misfortunes. Of course, I don't mean to talk about my brother, because I don't know much about him. I don't know why he brought me up, I don't know why he spoiled me so much, and I don't know why he didn't come to save me when he knew I was captured by you.

Maybe he knows you're not going to hurt me?

Maybe he knows if I'm the same as those one-eyed people?

Your roommate didn't intend to kill me when he killed those one-eyed people, and he didn't even look at me. I've been worried for a long time.

Sometimes I wonder, how the hell did I get here? Who are my biological parents - my brother obviously can't be my biological father. My brother has been moving as I grow up for as long as I can remember, because he doesn't get old, which will bother the neighborhood. He didn't want to act like a freak.

I went to elementary school in one place, junior high school in another place, and high school in another place. I remember when I was in elementary school, I would often go to the mountains with a few classmates to play, and those mountains were relatively low mountains, and there were wild fruits on the mountains, so we would pick wild fruits and eat them. There is spring water, and when you are thirsty, you will drink it; There are hares, and if we see them, we will chase them, but we can't chase them, because they are too fast, and there is a lot of grass, and they disappear as soon as they get into the grass. You can also dig through the grass to find their rabbit holes, but you can't stop the holes because they have several holes.

When I was in junior high school, I liked to be alone, read books, and think about things. At that time, I didn't have many friends.

What about in high school?

It was a very recent time, but I don't remember it very well. I just remember that there seemed to be a lot of classmates, and it was very boring.

But suddenly I remembered a time from high school. Weird, right? And it's a strange story. That's when I fell in love with a guy.

I remember his appearance, handsome and straight, with a face like frost. Many of his high school classmates wore glasses, but he didn't. There are a lot of girls who like him. Don't ask me what his name is, I only remember what he looked like, not what he looked like.

When I was in high school, I had a sworn friend, and although I said it was a sworn friend, I can't remember the name clearly.

Some time ago, I wondered, why would I forget it when it was so important? I forgot the name of my best friend; I also forgot the name of the boy I had my early love in high school.

Maybe it's not quite right to say that I have a crush, because I also wrote him love letters.

A lot of girls are chasing him. But he is always as cold as ice, and no one should approach. It must be a school grass-like existence. I like to look at his side face, and during class, I always sneak my eyes at him, look at the lines of his side face, and look at his focused eyes.

I wrote him love letters -- and I remember some of the details of the love letters. That was the first love letter I ever wrote!

How could I have forgotten such an important high school career?

Is it because this is a sad past in itself? So I deliberately put a lock in my memory, and then selectively forget?

Why do I suddenly remember him after meeting you that night?

You don't look like him at all. You're just a scrap man, and you're ordinary-looking, not at all on the same level as him.

Again, I'm not going to like you, because you're so far away from the male god in my heart.

There must be a lot of girls who have written love letters to him, right? So he received all the love letters, right? There must have been a lot of touching writing in the love letters he received, right? I'm not talking about how good the girls who write love letters to him are, but they still have the IQ of copying, right? If you search on the Internet, you can find many touching love letters, and it's a big deal to pay some money for someone to write them.

I want to write him a love letter, but I'm going to write a love letter that is different from the ordinary, and I want him to remember me. So I thought about it all night and wrote him a love letter that would surely stick with him.

What is written, you ask? Anyway, you can't fall into clichés.

That's how I wrote it, and I put a title on it, and the title is the word "love letter."

Title? What's the point of this? I can't remember his name, but I still remember that my love letter didn't have a title on it.

Weird love letters, right?

I just wanted him to notice me.

It's just that he obviously cares a lot about studying, and he always listens carefully in class, and he doesn't seem to care about anything else. I watched as he crumpled up the love letter and threw it into the trash.

Am I ugly?

Or am I not gentle enough?

Well, I'm hurt. I swore I would never forgive him.

Maybe that's why I forgot about him, right?

But why did I suddenly think of him again?

I remember when he threw my hard-earned love letters in the trash, I pretended to be okay and gossiped with my best friend.

My best friend loves to read books and is short-sighted. She was always so careless about her appearance, and never seemed to care about anything else. But I know she's been secretly crushing on another classmate for a long time.

It was destined to be a sad day.

After he threw my love letter away, a nasty guy rushed over and found the ball of paper.

She was my classmate, a very nasty guy, and I knew that she must be my rival.

The pesky guy unfolded the paper ball and read it out in the classroom.

I felt so embarrassed that I wanted to find a hole in the ground.

The faces of my classmates became so disgusting at that moment, and although there were very few people laughing, almost all of them were laughing at me with their eyes. My brother is a big doctor, my brother won't get old! Would I talk to them about something so proud? Am I going to care about their ridicule?

Yes, I care.

What I care more about is his attitude.

He didn't seem to hear, and still sat there, sitting on his exercises.

At that moment, I didn't care about his side face, I didn't care about the sunlight coming in from the window on the side of his side face, and there was a lot of dust flying in the sunlight.

Maybe we're just the dust flying in the air, right? It is so tiny, always drifting with the wind, and under the spotlight of the pillar of light, we will occasionally be found; And where there is no light, it can only be inhaled into the nose as air, passed through the lungs, and exhaled - maybe to put it more disgustingly, destined to become a booginious being?

I lay on my desk and cried. Only the dead party stood up and shouted: You fools!

She's rarely so angry. But I can't even remember what her name is.

Where is she now? How's it going? Is there anyone married? Have you ever had a baby?

I remember that afternoon, the sun was shining and it was almost time for the college entrance examination. The head teacher walked in and said that he wanted to take a group photo to keep a souvenir.

What is there to remember? Those ugly classmates?

He was the first to go outside, and he walked so calmly as if nothing had happened. He can leave everything behind; And me? Of course I can pretend it's okay.

It seems that the only thing that cares about me is my best friend. She's always on my side, and maybe you'll laugh at me if she's gay or something. Of course not. She's just my best friend.

I still remember her putting her arm around my shoulder, just like you boys, in that bright sunshine, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and a glitter on the rim of her glasses, and at that moment, I thought I would be the best friend with her for the rest of my life.

I wondered why I suddenly thought of him and her.

Thinking about it, it seems that I have always been with my brother all these years. He never asked me for anything and wouldn't ask me what was going on. He didn't seem to care about me, but I knew he cared about me. Maybe I should ask him, where did my best friend go?

You say, will my brother know?

I wonder if he told you something after he arrested you?

You must not have a good relationship with him. Your life is certainly different from mine. None of you are ordinary people. My brother seems to be able to see through the human soul, and his gaze is always so deep; Your roommate is also completely different from ordinary people, he seems to have never belonged to this world; You are not the same, you are a contradiction that no one understands.

Maybe the world is too chaotic, right?

You see, two huge eyeballs appeared in the sky. It's Harvest Day, and according to your roommate, it's going to be a long day.

How long will it be?

No sun, no moon. But the sky was bright.

Maybe we're all going to die today, right?

When we die, do we leave behind corpses?

Or will it be scattered by the wind and become the ubiquitous dust? I suddenly thought that if I could go back to my childhood, I could live the life I wanted again, even if I couldn't change anything, at least I would take what I wanted to remember, deepen that memory again, maybe there would be pain, maybe there would be accidents.

Only, who can say for sure?

Your roommate can go back in time, right? Only, who can say for sure? Maybe you have more to lose than you gain, right?

Every time I see him, I can't help but think that maybe he is a bit like my best friend, pulling me to do almost everything; She was always there for me when I had something.

Memory is such a strange thing, remembering some things, but forgetting some people.

Do you often forget a lot of things and forget a lot of people?

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