Rongmo first met rongbai when he was four years old.

    She''s so beautiful.

    This is the only thought in rongmo''s heart at the first sight of rongbai.

    The little girl is young, but she is dignified.

    It was another world beyond his reach.

    She held out her hand to him.

    He smiled and asked, "would you like to be my brother?"

    So rongmo stretched out his hand.

    Fortunately, he was selected by her from more than 30 children in the orphanage and became the adopted son of the Kyoto Rong family.

    His name was not Jung Mo, but she named him.

    "Since you don''t like to talk so much, I''ll call you silence." the person in the memory smiled like a flower. At a young age, he first saw gentleness and Elegance: "silent silence, no refutation."

    When she finished, she asked him, "do you like it?"

    Before rongmo could respond to that question, he heard the other party say, "I give you a name. You should like it if you don''t like it."

    He thought,

    elated.

    But I didn''t say it after all. I swallowed it between my lips and teeth several times.

    When he first arrived at Rong''s house, Rong Mo looked up at the magnificent villa. He had never seen such a gorgeous house and dared not appear in his dream. Now it has become a reality, trance and incredible.

    He was embarrassed. He was afraid of saying a wrong word and doing a wrong thing.

    Even in the first few days, he didn''t dare to close his eyes when he slept at night, for fear that he would return to the orphanage after falling asleep, and he had nothing.

    It was a great panic to meet him when he woke up.

    The panic didn''t dissipate until he woke up every time, opened his eyes and saw the familiar room.

    Rong Mo was lonely and gloomy. When he was in the orphanage, he was excluded by other children. He had no friends until he met Rong Bai.

    Later, he slowly learned how to speak, how to laugh, and how to live longer in Rong''s family.

    However, no matter how hard he tried, he could never climb to the position comparable to Rong Bai.

    Rong Mo doesn''t care whether to bully or ridicule, despise or trample. At first, he just wants to catch Rong Bai, and later... He wants to be a master, so he can no longer tolerate and be no longer humble.

    The exquisite and empty big house, power and status, like a lock, firmly locked rongmo day and night.

    Rong Liyu is often absent. There are only two servants in Rong''s family.

    So in the long years, from childhood to youth, and then to the last moment of death.

    Jung Mo remembered the man.

    In my bones.

    But the years are long.

    as if one rises from the dead,

    He won once,

    Lost once.

    All right.

    They drew.

    Life in prison is dull and weak. Rong Mo can''t count how many beaten injuries he has, and he can''t think of how many new injuries he will add tomorrow. He tries his best to cooperate and actively reform. Even if those people in prison don''t like him anymore, even if he is beaten, he just wants to go out one day earlier, and he still wants to see her.

    Twelve years in prison.

    Jung Mo exchanged half his life for ten years.

    The night before he got out of prison, he had that dream again.

    He dreamed of the last life.

    I dreamed of the cold rain.

    I dreamed of the explosion at the crossroads.

    He put the bomb himself.

    Since you can''t catch it no matter how hard you try, just destroy it.

    It doesn''t belong to him or anyone.

    Holding an umbrella, Jung Mo stood not far from the street, watching the explosion, the man swallowed by the heat wave and Rong Bai''s bones.

    His sister.

    incorrect.

    He has no sister in the future.

    He stepped forward step by step.

    He knelt beside her body.

    Rongmo slowly bent down, as if he had been broken by life in a breath. He bent inch by inch, and his forehead hit the ground heavily. He picked up the burnt black ring that fell to the ground.

    He''s laughing.

    The smile on his face is getting bigger and bigger.

    Rongmo holds the ring tightly and sticks it to the heart, which is the nearest place to the heart.

    He smiled and found that his fingers were wet and cool.

    He was stunned to find out.

    I don''t know when he was in tears.

    Rongmo hurriedly wants to wipe away his tears, but he flows more and more. He can''t control it, like the instinct of the body and the sadness of the heart.

    What are you crying about?

    He should laugh!

    Laugh!!

    Rongmo screamed hysterically at the bottom of his heart. His whole body trembled. He could not distinguish the deformed ring of the original shape from the position of his heart.

    The whole city was shrouded in misty rain.

    The heavy rain fell on his heart, and the wind roared past. When it came, it was powerful, and when it left, it was in a mess. There was nothing left for him. It was full of bad.

    On his face.

    I can''t tell rain from tears.

    It''s like crying and laughing, but it''s getting more and more twisted and crazy.

    He knelt for a long time, until the siren sounded, and then staggered up.

    He thought calmly,

    It''s raining hard today.

    After Rong Bai''s death, all obstacles were removed. He had unlimited scenery for a time. Finally, he didn''t have to be flattered or humble.

    He got drunk, went back to the empty room alone, looked at the only group photo of the two, looked at it for a long time, and threw it in the trash can.

    Later, when he woke up, he turned the picture out of the trash can like crazy and held it tightly in his arms. There was a charred ring falling on his neck in his collar. He sent out a low hoarse cry from his throat and couldn''t make a sound.

    He was clearly sober, but he was more like a drunk man.

    Today there is no rain, the weather is fine and everything is happy.

    At last he could not deceive himself.

    He deceived and used too many people in his life.

    Finally, it was retribution.

    reap what one has sown.

    Rongmo wakes up from his dream and suddenly sits up. He finds himself still in the prison cell. His face is wet. The people sleeping in the lower bunk swear and speak vulgar, but he has no time to estimate. Trembling, he reaches out and touches it. His fingertips are cool. He receives a drop of tears.

    Jung Mo''s back arched and cried on the last night of the prison.

    It''s late.

    It''s too late.

    Fortunately... She''s still alive.

    Just live.

    Jung Mo cried and laughed. His expression was grotesque. He didn''t have to look in the mirror. He knew he must be very ugly now.

    A ridiculous comedy in the wilderness. The clown''s face was covered with thick ink and funny masks. Everyone was amused by him, and no one could see that he was crying.

    Sister

    Sister

    His chest issued a wail, hysterical roar, and finally choked in his throat, dripping with blood.

    If you can do it again,

    In that cold, small orphanage,

    In the heaven and earth visible to the eyes.

    He never wanted to meet Rong Bai again.

    How greedy the heart is, if you have a little, you want to have more.

    What doesn''t belong to you will never belong to you.

    In a trance, the gentle and polite young voice sounded in my ears again.

    "Will you be my brother?"

    "No."

    He saw the hand reaching out to him.

    He raised his hand and drew back.

    Rongmo heard his answer.

    His life was awkward and ridiculous.

    He could not describe his feelings for Rong Bai. In every sound of his sister, in every smile, in countless days and nights, he twisted and deteriorated, like rotten fallen leaves buried underground, and the most invisible tide insects in the dark.

    Like the name she gave him.

    Finally, all of them were silent.

    Silent.

    suffering oppression.