In the corridor, several young boys were tugging at each other. One of them was the most well-behaved but the most naughty. On the corridor, the most ferocious-looking senior brother was the toughest-spoken but soft-hearted. Lu Jueqian thought this kid was very interesting and looked at him more; Chen Jinrong felt that this cold senior brother's eyes were unkind and looked down on him.
On the day he left the official school, Senior Brother Lu stood under the wall, picked up a date stone, and patiently watered the seeds. One day, like this boy, it would take root, sprout, and bear beautiful fruits.
Many years later, the civil servant brother and the military commander brother met again, it was a night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, and it was a ridiculous royal wedding.
The senior brother looked at the jujube tree that was growing well and wondered when he would start to show signs of success. Then he looked at the junior brother across from him who was fiercely wiping his sword.
Junior Brother: He looked at me again, with that resentful look in his eyes. There was something wrong with me.
Both of them ignored one thing. They didn't dislike it at all when a man got married.
Intention: Go ahead, brother, and show your subjective initiative!