I just heard about the formation that never leaves. Never leave, so it's beautiful.

Few people simply appreciate a wild goose because they are not necessarily beautiful. The geese in everyone's heart are tiny black spots in the sky, bit by bit, connected in a row.

Looking up the dictionary a few days ago, I suddenly turned to the entry "flying goose", which was used as a synonym for brothers in the old society. This sentence was written clearly.

Synonymous with brothers. Brother.

For an instant, I looked up into the distance, and the past surged back in my breath and gasp. Brother. Simple syllables, accompanied by a slightly painful heartbeat, crossed the day and night and came to your side calmly as usual.

One winter long ago-or in the sense of a child long ago-I received a giggle message saying that I should be your brother. The sender is a boy who has always been familiar with me. His name is terrible, and he is only one word short of me. I thought about it and took out my mobile phone to reply. All right. Fingers leave the warm armholes and press those hard plastic keys one by one to spell a word, which is quite spelling, ok. Then send it. The other party seems to be very satisfied and will not reply. I don't really care. I look up at the night sky. In fact, I was standing in front of the classroom waiting for class, and there was a dim light coming out of the classroom. I breathed a sigh of relief in the dim light, and my heart seemed to be heated a little by the word "brother". I watched the milky smell changing its specific shape in the cold wind, but it had endless surprises.

Later, the man mentioned above became a brother. Let's just call him J. J. from a harmless acquaintance to a brother, or it doesn't hurt. It turns out that recognizing brothers and sisters has always been a popular game for only children, because they lack biological brothers and sisters and don't want to be as serious as worshipping adoptive parents. So, I still say hello as faintly as I saw in the past, but with a warm name. Sister. His name is. Hey. I bent my eyes and smiled. Other eyes rested on the corridor and quickly turned away. J's tall and handsome body shook and said, will you watch our football match next week? No, I said, I'm busy Besides, I haven't seen it before, and I don't quite understand it. J smiled politely and walked away.

Actually, I know J's football seems to be very famous at school. But because I don't know sports, I haven't paid attention to it. After J became my indifferent brother, at a girl's party, someone mentioned J and said a lot of admiration. I interjected that he was my brother. Your brother? As soon as my eyes turned, I was a little embarrassed and a little funny. I waved my hand and said, hey, that's what it's called. Oh, the old admirer's tone is alive again. He is really handsome. I tried to control my laughter. I have known a boy for so long that I have never found him "so handsome".

Then I took a closer look. Or an ordinary middle school boy. Tall, broad shoulders, long legs, very strong. The five senses are nothing, perhaps because they are so familiar that you can't see the breathtaking handsomeness. Dark chestnut hair, not too short, fluffy and messy. I'm striding, which is a little out of character. I greeted people with a high voice all the way. When I met you, my voice dropped a little. A little considerate to my sister, occasionally laughing, looking very friendly. How you look at it, it's all simple and casual, and at most it's sunshine. It has nothing to do with being handsome.

One of J's friends, however, has a very resolute and handsome face and a domineering dress. The publicity of young people is calm and unique in him. Later, because of J, I knew him in general, and the story happened in half. He hesitated to him, and I hesitated to me. When we were all hesitating, we found that the distance was infinitely far away, so he soon made a beautiful girlfriend. The result of my hesitation is to trust him, and the result of his hesitation is to trust others. I really didn't expect that I patted the tree around J. J. and said, you deserve it. Beautiful boys only like beautiful girls. Now you are cute, not beautiful. When you can dress yourself up beautifully, he will not be in your eyes at all. J looked up at the sky and said, if you don't believe me, we'll watch.

It was a long time ago, when J and I talked about everything. There is a clear line between us and our brothers and sisters who talk about everything. Before, it didn't matter. After that, talk about everything.

It was late spring. He was playing football, and my friend and I passed by the playground and bought a bottle of water for a walk. He suddenly ran over and said, hey, give me some water. I said, oh, how can this be done? I drank it, so I'll buy you a new bottle. I was a little ashamed that he was not wearing a coat. Don't look away from him. He ignored my words, happily grabbed the water bottle and gulped it down, then blurted out, hey, what are you ashamed of? I am your brother. I like Lang Lang. I think it's funny. I laugh a lot, but my heart is rippling. It's my brother. At that moment, I realized that that boy changed more than just a title for me. He regards me as a relative who need not be shy. So I turned and grinned at him and poked him with my finger. Haha, laughing and beating, something relaxes little by little in laughter. Maybe it's really because of his childlike innocence and a little stupidity. There is no complicated and ambiguous mind to recognize a girl like those boys with ulterior motives. His understanding of such brothers and sisters seems to remain in the heroism of the ancients who swore blood in opening incense cases. I was born defenseless in front of anyone, and suddenly I started to collapse in front of him.

Once when I was passing through the corridor, I accidentally let J, who had just washed his hands, have water all over his face. He was very angry and called him a "big idiot". He cocked his head at once and gave me a quick and calm cry, idiot. I choked on him and sighed for half a day. Even smart people sometimes nod their heads. I thought to myself, don't scold people who have something to do with me in the future. For example, if your mother is a pig, that means you are also a pig. For example, if the boy in front of you is a big fool, it means you are an idiot. A trace of regret is accompanied by an involuntary smile.

Time and time again, like someone's vague game, I can't grasp the gist. My good friends came back after leaving, and I was hurt, and my academic burden gradually increased. J and his good friend quarreled endlessly. J kicked him like a punk girlfriend, and J was promoted to senior three. Strangely, J's classroom and I are always opposite, and we live a similar life in the opposite classroom, a little tired but shiny. J is no longer as naive as in the past few years and no longer exchanges ideas. Sometimes he wears dark blue glasses with thick lines that fade like pebbles with smooth edges and corners. I'm exhausted, he said, lying on the railing, without looking at me. I patted him consolingly, didn't speak, and looked at the students coming and going downstairs.

I'm going to take the independent entrance examination of Z University. He suddenly said.

Yes, I paused. Z is not very easy to test, it is very important.

Yeah, I know. He was listless and fiddled with the wooden handrail. What's more, it is self-enrollment. I have been preparing for it for a long time. He suddenly stood up straight and became a big boy much taller than me, with a determined and proud expression on his face.

Hehe, I said, brother, it will succeed.

Later, I saw a set of exercises that he specially bought to prepare for the exam. Looking at it, my heart suddenly ignited hope. A book full of words feels uneven. He really worked hard to do so many questions, really put aside football and messy ideas, and really saved such a dream in his simple heart.

For the first time, he believed something so casually, restrained himself for the first time, and worked hard for a dream for the first time. This boy, who was silently concerned by countless people at school because of his skill and handsome appearance, I began to really believe that he could succeed.

I don't want to see his eyes fade quickly after his hopes are dashed. So I didn't want to see it, but I really saw it.

I was with him when he received a phone call informing him that he had lost the election. It seems that he is not as sad as I am. I even cried for a long time, and he just looked at me despondently, and then pointed his cold hand at my forehead and said:

Silly girl, your brother hasn't finished yet. Work together.

This is not over. Tears instantly bravely retracted their eyes.

After that, the time was too fast, and detailed geography was needed to see several slow-motion shots. J flies to fetch water. I am immersed in my calculations in the classroom. J asks the teacher questions and bends down. I rubbed my eyes, took a deep breath, took out my English vocabulary book and began to recite it. Once, twice, three times and four times, he smiled and came to tell me the results. After the mid-term exam, the head teacher called me to praise my progress. Page after page is like a jigsaw puzzle, and the future seems to be more and more complete.

Before the college entrance examination, the school had already had a holiday. When I passed J's class, I saw J still sitting in front of the window and quietly turning over books. I smiled at him and crept away. He looks like a soldier. He is calmer, more realistic, but more determined than before taking the z test. Soldiers finally killed the last battle, call me:

"Hello." There is no sound of sadness and joy, as clear as usual. I have settled down.

"It's okay, ... math ... math is not very good." A little low-key

"It's not as difficult as imagined, and it's not as easy as hoped."

"Anyway, anyway, the exam is over." He smiled and closed the line.

I heaved a sigh of relief, as if I had experienced the college entrance examination. Look at the calendar, subconscious actions, in fact, you know that I still have a whole year.

It's just that I've been with you this year, and I have to face the most difficult year alone.

The idea in my troubles is that crawling is not safe, so I pressed my exercise book with a bang. I don't want to let myself down even if no one is watching.

Later, the results of the college entrance examination came out. J's results were similar to expectations, not bad, but not very good. J has no mood swings. After all, he used to be a student who didn't work very hard. I just suddenly announced that I would go abroad because I didn't want to go to two schools. Asked if I agreed, I smiled and said that I had any veto power. Just check the situation of the school over there. He said that dad had checked it carefully and it should be all right.