hollow padded jacket

Of course, he would not know that that little boy would never appear in the White House.

Yet the shadow remains.

Day after day, year after year.

Even though Bai Qingyang never met that little boy again, he still cared for his elder brother as much as he could.

For example, the constant delivery of pastries and fruits, as well as cloth and Qinqi, is like a caring little padded jacket.

Bringing coolness in summer - the elder brother fanned him while writing.

Warmth in winter—the big brother gets sucked in every night.

It can be regarded as conscientious and conscientious, very observant, and never forgot the boy's threats for a moment.

Later, the eldest brother went to the battlefield, and Bai Qingyang was free.

Although at the beginning, he always felt that there was something missing in his life, but he had always been heartless, and immediately felt that his eldest brother was not at home, which was simply great-no need to worry at all, being caught by that earthworm monster.

Bai Qingyang spends his days hanging out with those cronies, hangs out in brothels and restaurants, spends his days drinking and running amok,

It's just that one morning, he wandered home from the brothel.

I saw that the fire was raging, and it was already in ruins.

— His home is gone.

Father, mother, home, all gone.

No one told him what to do, no one told him what the truth was, no one told him whether the fire was a natural disaster or a man-made disaster.

Yesterday, the friends who were still drinking and drinking, and called their brothers and sisters, began to turn their faces and deny anyone.

However, Bai Qingyang, he is 17 years old, and he is still an idiot.

This time he didn't cry, how could he have the strength to cry.

Bai Qingyang had to put on filial piety, gritted his teeth, and organized the funeral.

But he didn't understand anything.

He didn't even have a serious friend, no one to help him, and he didn't even know how to arrange a funeral.

In the dead of night, leaning on his father's coffin, he stared blankly at the stars in the sky, thinking about the burial tomorrow, the suona team, and what else to do tomorrow...

In fact, he can also do very well.

You see, he didn't even cry.

"Qing Yang..." A hoarse, deep, trembling voice sounded.

Bai Qingyang looked out the door.

--yes, Sir.

He is the eldest brother who has finally returned from the battlefield.

At this moment, Bai Qingyang's tears suddenly came out violently.

He rushed forward, buried his head on his elder brother's shoulder, and cried loudly.

He seemed like a drowning man who finally caught the driftwood, and a man who was dying of thirst finally met the sweet spring.

The eldest brother became his only reliance.