After breaking up, my brother used to be very chic. Eat and drink with my buddies all day, accept all blind dates arranged by my family, let any girl sit in his ex-girlfriend's co-pilot for three years (the car was picked together when two people talked about love for two years), and then never mention this relationship again. I once thought that my brother must be a prodigal son who didn't take his feelings seriously and turned his back. Until one day, my brother suddenly called me drunk, talked nonsense for a long time, and finally said, "Why do you think she praises my circle of friends every day?" Do you still like me ... "In fact, I seldom communicate with my brother. He has been busy with his career for many years and has many fair-weather friends, so he seldom spends time with his family. He is the son of my uncle's family and always treats me like a child. So this inexplicable phone call made me suddenly realize that my brother began to treat me as an adult, and more importantly, he was desperate for his feelings.
I listened to his Lickitung patiently, and finally realized that those who seem heartless are the most affectionate. He once drove downstairs to the girl's house in the middle of the night after breaking up, looked at the light in her room and smoked all night. When all the girls are sitting in his co-pilot, he often feels in a trance. Clearly broke up, he still felt inexplicably guilty. He also deliberately drank too much at countless wine fairs, and everyone came to see him, but the more he drank, the more he missed her.
He bought his mobile phone case, car seat cushion, most clothes and even the little doll at home with her. "It's the kind of feeling that I suddenly find that the whole world is her shadow, which makes me suffocate. Do you understand? " My brother said so. I was in love, so I couldn't personally understand my brother's feelings. I just comforted him in the old way, lacking in language. I can only say, "There are plenty of fish in the sea. Why do you have a crush on a flower? You are handsome and successful, and you will find something better sooner or later. Don't hang yourself from a tree ... "My brother just smiled bitterly. I later learned that it is irresponsible and useless to comfort a lovelorn person with such words. Losing a lover is like losing a part of yourself, even yourself, and no one can make up for it. My brother hasn't called me since. Every time I see him, he still smiles and touches my head. My uncle always talks about which girl he is dating recently. His shop is doing well. If he can settle down, he will get married at the end of the year. Just at noon today, my brother took a girl who had just known her for more than a month, and her parents came to have dinner with our big family.
This girl is neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. She smiles with curved crescent eyes and speaks softly, which is nothing like his ex-girlfriend. In my impression, his ex-girlfriend is slightly fat but very good-looking. She often huddles with him, talking loudly and laughing so that the whole street can hear her. His uncle said happily that it was an engagement party. After eating this meal, he gave the girl a big gift and got married at the end of the year. The girl smiled shyly, and my brother also smiled, without any fluctuation in his eyes. It is natural to pour tea, cigarettes and wine for the girl's parents. After the engagement, my brother drove me home without saying anything.
I watched my brother suddenly feel old, and I felt a little incredible. He broke up at the beginning of the year. How can he marry a girl he's only known for a month, just a few months? "Elder brother, do you like her?" My brother smiled: "You can say whatever you like or not, as long as you are comfortable." I said, "How can I do this? Don't you have to find someone you really like to marry? " "You will understand in the future that it makes no difference who you marry." Seeing that there was no wave in the ancient well ahead, my brother suddenly said, "But I still don't want you to do this."
I remember when my brother was at school, he was also the man of the hour in the school. He stood on the teaching building and whistled at the girls, who chased him around. Playing basketball is not good. A group of fans stood on the edge of the stadium and stared at the stars. Now my brother is driving a car bought from scratch and engaged to a girl who has only known him for a month. Running around in wineries and shops all day, I have a slight beer belly and worry about big and small things at home. I don't know where I lost my guitar before. I wanted to ask him if he was happy, but I forgot when I opened my mouth.