The parents listened to the instigation of their neighbors and wanted to send their younger brother to northern Myanmar to make a lot of money.
I tried to stop them in every possible way, but they gave up.
Later, my younger brother lost his job after graduation and owed a large sum of money from gambling.
My mother began to blame me: "It was because you were jealous of your brother's potential and prevented your brother from going to work in northern Myanmar. That's why he failed to make a lot of money and pay off his gambling debts."
They hated me for it.
He knocked me out when I came home during the Chinese New Year and gave it to my brother's creditor to pay off his debt.
I was sold to an underground place and tortured every day until my body was bruised and bruised. Within a year, I died of hatred.
When I opened my eyes again, my neighbor was showing off excitedly: "My son is in northern Myanmar and can earn tens of millions a year. Do you want him to take your son to northern Myanmar?"
My mother looked at me and said, "Did you hear that? When your brother goes to northern Myanmar, he will earn much more than you, a Tsinghua graduate."
I lowered my head in mock shame.
"You are right, my brother is so smart, he must be more promising than me."
