When I was seventeen years old, I inserted a fruit knife into my brother's chest.
The next day, I put on my brother's school uniform, disguised myself as him, and went to his school.
At the age of eighty, I stood in front of my brother's tombstone and asked him: I have obeyed you and I have been a good boy for so many years. Can you stop being angry?
Reading guide:
1. This article is written in the first person.
Purpose: Bravely fight for all legitimate rights and interests