On Father's Day, the Whole Family Ate Toadstools
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When I went home for Father's Day, I bought 20,000 yuan worth of supplements and boxes of good cigarettes and wine for my father. The younger brother, who was as pale as a chrysanthemum, only brought a few weird-shaped mushrooms. He said calmly to his parents: "Although my sister's gift is expensive, I don't care about it. I went to the south to pick my mushrooms one by one with my own hands, so my feelings are naturally different." My parents were so moved that tears filled their eyes, but they rolled their eyes at me. But I could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with the mushrooms in his hands, and I advised my parents not to eat them. I forcefully threw away the mushroom. My brother pouted in anger and burst into tears: "Justice is in the heart of the people." In order to vent his anger on his son, my father accidentally killed me. My family concealed the cause of my death and gave all my property to my younger brother. My brother said that money is not what I want, while using my money to reach the top of life. Back on Father's Day, I went home empty-handed.
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