When I was thirteen years old, I suffered a brain injury and woke up. My biological brother was Guo Fengxiao, the genius in history. He carried me home and stayed with me for two days and two nights. The doctor asked me to prepare for the funeral. History has not remembered me as a person, but I am still alive sitting in the courtyard basking in the sun.
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