It rained heavily that day, and Wen Xin picked up his little junior brother who was soaked outside the sect.
Later, the enemy came to the door. Wen Xin stood outside the stone door with a sword and laughed wildly: "This sword has not been unsheathed. Do you want to give it a try?"
Later, the night before Junior Brother went down the mountain, he couldn't kneel down outside Wen Xin's gate. Wen Xin only said: "Eat more food outside."
Purpose: Write a realistic short story