When You Travel to the General's Mansion and Become a Group Favorite,

My father read another book about the general this morning, saying that he had no way to teach his daughter. After the general returned home, he practiced admitting his mistake in front of the bronze mirror, preparing to recite it to his father in court tomorrow morning. I lay on the window sill eating melon seeds and watched him walk back and forth twenty times, and finally couldn't help but say: "Dad, with your acting skills, you can't even compare to the extras in our crew."