I thought I should be dead.
When he opened his eyes again, he was met with a warm embrace.
The junior brother who used to always choke with me had red eyes, and he hugged me gently as if he would hurt me.
He asked, "Come home with me, okay?"
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"Tao! Tao! Tao! All you can see is your kendo! You never lower your head to look at everything around you!" In my memory, my junior brother overturned my chess table angrily and pointed his sword at me, "Senior brother, you are really disgusting."
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Chaotic memories collided in my mind. I had a splitting headache and closed my eyes.
"Master... Is this Uncle Jiang's child?"
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"You are really carefree, but everyone is looking for you." The charming woman leaned next to me and blew out a smoke ring leisurely, "But you are practicing your swordsmanship alone here. What, have you thought about it?"
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The warm embrace gradually dissipated the coldness all over my body, but the pain that seemed to cut me apart lingered. I heard my junior brother say in a cold voice: "Jiang Huan is dead and has no descendants. This is my son, no other words."
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"Master!" The young me was lying on the edge of the cradle, excitedly looking at the baby sleeping peacefully inside, "Is this my junior brother!"
Master smiled and touched my head: "You are my first disciple, I regard you as my own son, and he is the treasure given to me by your master. I hope that from now on you will be as close as brothers, support each other, and never leave."
Note:
1. Strive for daily updates, but because I am quite busy (salted fish), I will mainly update short stories of 100 words.
2. Non-cultivation system.
Intention: growth