After My Father Tested My Obedience, I Went Crazy
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My father firmly believes that only children who are absolutely obedient can become great people. Until I was twenty-five years old, my father allowed my brother to steal my core design drawings to participate in the competition. I gave my brother a slap in the face. My father had a cold face and said dissatisfied: "Can't you keep calm over a small matter? Your overall view is far from perfect." Father, who said he wanted to temper my character, cut the cello my mother left me into several pieces. Throw in the BBQ grill in the yard. He smiled and handed over a skewer of barbecue, "The heat is just right, do you want to eat it?" "Dad, I bet you will eat more later, believe it or not?" This time I couldn't bear it anymore.
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