The staccato singing came from nowhere, but it seemed to surround them three hundred and sixty degrees.

I really can't tell the way.

The boy closed his eyes, and to the endless singing, he saw a small black dot in the snow.

As long as you walk forward, you will definitely see your brother.

So the boy took a step forward, and the soles of his feet were no longer hot sand, but cold snow, as if entering a new world. The young man cautiously took a few steps, his brother seemed to be close in front of him, the young man opened his mouth, and blurted out a "brother", but the brother not far away seemed to have not heard, and still stopped in place blankly.

The boy was surprised to find that his brother's empty sleeves had regained arms.

The intact brother is like an ordinary teenager.

How to look at it, how to be out of place with him.

Everything we have experienced together is like an empty dream, only one person remembers it, and only one person bears it.

The direction of the heart, vast and ignorant.

The boy opened his eyes, and his tone hardened a little, as if stating an insignificant fact, "Brother doesn't remember the past. ”

The boiling heat squeezed the thin air, the boy's sun-baked red skin continued to overflow with sweat, and the background of the mirror was also a suffocating sand, but the boy in the mirror was elegant everywhere and was not affected by the slightest.

The boy closed his eyes, and finally stared at the boy in the mirror, choosing to face the reality, "So, who are you?" ”

The young man in the mirror smiled lightly: "I am Lin Shuang, your dear brother." ”

The boy chuckled, mocking.

The young man in the mirror didn't see the young man's deliberate mockery, slowly approached the young man, and said gently: "Dear brother, you are also Lin Shuang." ”

"Brother," the boy grinned sadly, "we don't have names, so why bother making something out of nothing?" ”

"Because the mirror says there must be a name," the young man in the mirror showed a bloodthirsty gaze, "good brother, be obedient." ”

The young man sighed silently in his heart, this gaze was too familiar to him, and his brother would never look at him like this.

Aside from listening to the mirror, the boy didn't know what else he could do to make it to the end of the wasteland alive.

"I don't want to worry about these things that I don't have, I just want to find my brother as soon as possible."

"Okay," the mirror hung in the air, and he smiled coldly at the boy, "brother, accept your name." ”

"Yes." The teenagers were fearless, and they never had a name anyway.

The tone of the mirror changed again, no longer warm as jade, but mixed with some joy of catching the prey, and announced lightly: "From now on, we are all Lin Shuang." ”

The boy nodded slightly, agreeing with the mirror's nonsense.

In an instant, the dust was all over the sky, but the boy no longer felt hot, the swollen pain disappeared, the viscous sweat disappeared, and the boy suddenly felt like he had a new life at this moment.

The oval mirror fell silently into the hands of the boy, who turned the mirror over to the front and quietly looked at the boy in the mirror.

He blinked unintentionally, and so did the boy in the mirror.

He raised his hand deliberately, and so did the boy in the mirror.

He trembled and shouted, "Brother, ......" The young man in the mirror also opened his mouth.

Although the boy knew that the boy in the mirror was never his brother, after the "brother" in the mirror suddenly disappeared, the boy felt an unprecedented panic.