my brother is not human

Xia Zhaoyin stood in front of the door of the emergency room, his eyes were bloodshot.At this time, Hou Xia's father did not appear.

The driver who caused the accident was a taxi driver, and now he is also leaning on his chair with a numb face.

At that time, he was rushing to change shifts with his colleagues, when a woman jumped out of nowhere with a lot of things on her back, and hit his car in a daze. . .

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Memory is the magician in the mind, who can fold time and space at will.

When Xia Zhaoyin suddenly came back to his senses, it was already seven days later. While he was numbly working on the exercise book, he knew that there was his mother's ashes in the drawer.

He seemed to have grown up in an instant, able to accept other people's claims on his own, politely thanked relatives and friends who came at the funeral, and had dinner with his father and another younger brother affectionately.

He didn't feel uncomfortable at all, as if he was born to do so.

And without my mother, it seems like nothing.

He did not shed a single tear.

All he knew was that his mother was suffering.

He was calculating the chemical formula, and when the door opened suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, but he didn't look back, still numbly moving the penholder.

Sometimes it is amazing to do the questions. You don't need to use your brain. Your hands seem to have their own habits and can automatically calculate the answers for you.

It's because I've done it too many times.

It was Xia Zhihan.He sat silently on the side, fiddling with the zipper of the school uniform, which had been broken by him.

Xia Zhaoyin was doing the questions on his own, he was used to his brother's behavior, his wonderful life, he didn't need to explain, even if his brother suddenly jumped from the window now, he wouldn't be curious.

Xia Zhihan suddenly reached out and touched his hair, there were a lot of ashes hanging from where he didn't know where.

Xia Zhaoyin lowered his head, tears flowed all over his face in an instant, his face was pale, his eyes were very dark, and there was endless water hidden in it, flowing down all the time.

Xia Zhihan was also at a loss, not knowing where to find a mother for him.

Xia Chaoyin burst into tears, and said in a nasal voice, "You're not going to die, are you?"

Xia Zhihan rubbed his hair and neck helplessly, like a puppy or cat, feeling the warmth of his tears, which was different from the usual heat and desire.

This temperature is very warm, with traces of cooling, making people sober.

It is already May, and the flowers outside the window are blooming, and the wind blows their smell, which makes people sober.

Xia Zhihan lowered his head and kissed his hair lightly, and left without touching it, but smelled a mixture of refreshment and sweat.

He can live for him, die for him, dedicate all his life and seeds to him, but not want to love him.

What is love?He didn't think about it, as if this thing was missing in his life.He didn't feel that he was afraid, but that he didn't want to love.

Xia Chaoyin stared out of the window blankly, with a look of indifference and stupidity, and suddenly said: "I want to travel around the world."