(Decisive killing + rise from the bottom + brotherhood + growth)
In my life, the person I feel most sorry for is my brother.
My parents passed away early, and it was my brother who raised me up from childhood.
When I was ten years old, he was lying on the hospital bed covered with injuries, his face covered with thick bandages, and he weakly squeezed my hand:
"Haoran, study hard in the future... Don't imitate brother, brother... Is not a good role model... From now on, you have to rely on yourself..."
Before he finished speaking, he lay down directly, closed his eyes that he had worked hard for all his life, and never opened them again.
At that time, I secretly swore in my heart that I would abide by his last words, study peacefully, live my whole life in a down-to-earth manner, and never get involved in any disputes again.
But heaven does not bring what one wishes, and fate never gives people a choice.
On the way home from school that day, in order to protect my childhood sweetheart, I was forced to pick up an iron rod and resist, and then I was beaten half to death by those gangsters.
One wrong step and everything is out of your control.
Sorry, brother...
I never wanted to take this path, it was them who forced me to take it.
