In 17 years, I wrote down an essay - remembering my brother

Blame you for being too beautiful, blame me for being too obsessed, and it has been fourteen years since I left Jun, and it is April 1 of another year.

Fourteen years, it is an honor to see you in all kinds of hustle and bustle, but sadly you have been sleeping on earth for Four months.

I did not meet your prosperity, just movies and songs, it is impossible to control, a little bit of enthusiasm more and more strong, almost burning. The first time I saw you on TV was "Overlord Farewell".

Fourteen years ago, before he could get to know him, he left. Fourteen years later, I'm here, and he... Sometimes I think about how many people we will meet in this life, never know, never care, only for him, can not break how lucky, can not know him in this lifetime.

I regret not knowing him sooner. He is a person who can't help but laugh at first glance, but he has become a person who can't help but cry bitterly. Watching his movies, humming his songs, looking at his expressions, looking into his eyes, obsessing over his smile, obsessing him with all, with pride and pride when it comes to him. It is good to be able to meet him among thousands of people.

He said he was leaving when the applause was loudest so that others would always remember him, and he said his name was Bobby when he was a kid, but he liked to be called his brother.

In fact, compared to the people who hang up their brothers every day to attract attention, I am more afraid that no one will mention it and will forget it. Many of the people I know say they haven't seen him, don't know him, don't know him. Fourteen years later, there are still people who remember him, people who miss him, people who love him, and if the people who remember him in the future are gone, he really will not come back.

He was not Cheng Dieyi, not He Baorong, not Ning Caichen, not Ouyang Feng, not Ah Fei, not Twelve Shao, he was just Zhang Guorong.

Fourteen years ago, the leap made April Fool's Day no longer ridiculous. He walked so resolutely that he didn't seem to have nostalgia for the world. But we said it was a lifetime! Don't you also say that a difference of one year, one month, one day, one hour cannot be counted as a lifetime? How can you be willing to go first? I know that you are just tired, you are just staying at the Rongmen Inn and living in seclusion in Jurongtang. In the fourteenth year of the wind, it is better that we start again, and you who left like a lie should come back quickly.

Every year in the world, there is no Zhang Guorong.