“我们是兄弟。”每次洋喝醉,他就会拍着我的肩膀重复着同一句话。每次我都很认真地狠狠地点点头,然后我们就一起灌完瓶里剩下的啤酒,再然后我们就傻笑着离开……的确,我们是兄弟。有时,我会想,我真的很幸运,有洋这样一位好兄弟,一位可以一起哭一起笑,一起痛,一起悔,一起看残阳西下的兄弟。洋永远都留着长发,总是用几缕长发遮住半边脸,总是一脸的冷酷,一脸的无情,似乎整个世界都与他无关。但是,当我们成为兄弟后,我发现他的心并不像他的脸那样冷酷,那样无情,他也有着一颗热情似火的心,只是他承受的太多太多。因此,他宁愿一个人像蜗牛背负着沉重的壳前行一样承受所有的不幸和伤痛,也不愿向别人吐露心声。 “We are brothers.” Every time the ocean gets drunk, he will repeat the same sentence on my shoulder. Every time I nodded earnestly and then we filled up the rest of the beer in the bottle. Then we just giggled away... indeed, we are brothers. Sometimes, I would think, I am really fortunate to have such a good brother like Yang. One can cry and laugh together, grieve together, regret together, and look at the brothers of Xiyang Xixia. The ocean always had long hair, always covered his face with a few long hair, always a look of cold, a look of ruthlessness, it seems that the entire world has nothing to do with him. However, when we became brothers, I discovered that his heart was not as cold and cruel as his face. He also had a passionate heart, but he was too much to bear. Therefore, he would prefer a snail to bear all the misfortunes and pains as if the snail was carrying a heavy shell, rather than voicing his voice to others.