My brother is a car repairman, but he beats me better than repairing cars. I thought he was the big devil. It wasn't until my classmates and I were kidnapped overseas that he showed me what a real devil is.
Two comrades sacrificed their lives for me to return home. My brother didn't say anything, he just silently contacted a group of people who were as scary as him.
Later, it was reported in the news that a transnational crime syndicate had been uprooted. I watched my brother wash off the blood on his hands and said softly to me: "Xueer, I have avenged you."
Only then did I understand that his pampering was never just about breakfast and access control.
