That year you were forty and I was 32

"Go to the hospital and get an injection." I said.He still ignored me and didn't speak.I watched him quietly until he got dressed and packed his things.It looked like he was leaving.When he was about to go out, I rushed over and hugged him.My tears flowed out again, it was reluctance, guilt, or loving him too much.He turned around and broke away from me.When there was an opening, he gave me a big and loud slap in the face.I was beaten by him, besides being an accident, it was more comforting. "Hit, hit me, kill me." I rushed over again and hugged him.It turned out that he was no less powerful than me.Soon, I was thrown away by him again.After throwing it away, seeing him slap me again, I instinctively closed my eyes.But in the end, he accepted it.But what was confiscated were his tears.Keywords: lover, lover, brother, middle-aged