"I went to the cliff." Meng said, "When I got to the cliff, I found him sitting there smoking. He was lonely. The smoke and clothes he smoked in his mouth fluttered with the wind. He felt like he was flying down there anytime. I went over and found that he, like me, was a red-eyed man with a hoarse voice, probably because he had not closed his eyes these days. When I looked at him like that, all of a sudden the resentment in my heart seemed to dissipate. I wanted to question him severely, but then suddenly there was no motivation. After all, he was my brother who...