It's not too late for the first time

The bed in Yang Muchu's bedroom was huge.

Big enough for two big men to lie on it casually without crowding.

Yang Muci retreated to the room, walked to the bed, took off their coats, and lay down naturally.

The bed was a bit soft.

Yang Muci frowned slightly, he was not used to such a soft bed.

Like clouds or fluttering catkins, people get stuck, light and fluffy, without strength, making people unable to extricate themselves.

He couldn't help but glance at Yang Muchu.

Now, he can see each other clearly as long as he turns his head.

Sometimes he wonders that although they look the same, they are two completely different people.

Whether it is personality, hobbies, habits, or anything else, they are so different.

So much so that even if he saw this exact same face, he wouldn't feel like looking in a mirror.

And, if you look closely, they're not exactly alike.

The other party's complexion is fairer. Although he is dizzy now, he is sleeping like he usually does, and he has nothing on his mind.

However, there are actually many things he has to worry about.

And according to this person, what needs to be done probably includes "disciplining" oneself on a regular basis.

Suddenly remembering the expression of the other party raising his eyebrows and "threatening" him, Yang Muci couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth silently.

Then he sighed silently again.

in case……

If he can come back alive from the Hongmen Banquet two days later, then maybe this time he will really discipline himself...

For some reason, thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little regretful.

Although he told this person that he would work hard to come back, he was actually ready to die.

He will take the guns and ammunition he has prepared and will try to make the best use of them.

He probably won't have the chance to experience this kind of "discipline".

What will the elder brother's discipline be?

Was it the other day he was waving a feather duster and putting on airs?Or just shake your fist?Maybe it is to let myself write "Zhu Zi's Family Instructions" hundreds of times...

He guessed wildly like this, and actually had some small expectations in his heart.

expect?

This may sound ironic.

However, it seems that since I can remember, no one has ever disciplined myself.For the young 15-year-old, that was the age when he longed for fatherly love.

But he didn't get it all, and now he has lost it all.

He once longed for someone to be his role model and tell him what was right and what was wrong.

Even now, he already knows what is right and what is wrong, but he still regrets that weak childhood.

Speaking of which, if he hadn't been separated from the person around him, would his childhood have been different?

After all, it will no longer be thin or monotonous.

This person, no matter where you look at it, is very good at enjoying life.

Probably his childhood was also colorful.

Even if he lives in another family, he has his own older sister to take care of him, and there is also a second sister like Ronghua, and an older brother who really cares about him.

He thought about it, a little strange, it seemed that when he thought of Ronghua now, he was not as excited and sad as before.

……

Although he was not used to sleeping on such a bed, Yang Muci had to admit that it was soft and comfortable when lying down.

Around this time, if the curtains were raised, the moonlight would come in softly.

Yang Muci blinked his eyes, he couldn't fall asleep, his usually thoughtful head was now full of strange things.

He thought, this is probably the first time he and Ah Chu slept together in the same bed.

Oh no, they must have been in the same cradle when they were little, before they were separated.

At that time, the guy next to him must be more naughty than himself.

He thought about it, and suddenly he was glad that they had the same appearance.

If it weren't for this identical face, if it wasn't for this war-torn Shanghai, they probably would never have met each other in their entire lives.

As night fell, everything was peaceful.

Yang Muci also lay quietly, and seemed to feel a subtle fragrance of flowers that came from nowhere in his nose.

He thought, did his eldest brother raise a pot of flowers?

He probably loves flowers.

When he was sick, he took flowers.

And it was a bouquet of roses.

Alas, how can an elder brother see that his younger brother wears roses?

He chuckled dazedly, and gradually fell asleep.

The author has something to say:

☆, this brother, misunderstood