My brother's third memorial service. Three years ago, my brother passed away. He had a wife named Xiang. Seven years ago, in the summer, my brother brought Xiang home for the first time. It was a very hot and humid day. My brother bought a watermelon, cut it open, and we ate corn together. At the end of the year my brother passed away, she left home. Every year on the anniversary of his death, we meet, and occasionally I go to her apartment to check on her.
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