The Bright Moon Doesn't Shine on Me

Welfare free article, thank you for your support. Song Ze has felt that his elder brother Yu Xuanfeng dislikes him since he was a child. The senior brother was cold by nature, with a distant look on his face and eyes. He acted strictly and was extremely strict with him. While he was practicing his sword, his senior brother watched him and corrected him coldly if he made any deviations; When he practices Kung Fu, his senior brother always compares his progress with others; Even when walking, sitting or lying down in daily life, senior brother's eyes are everywhere. "Do it again." "This isn't right." "Junior brother, you are lazy again." Song Ze heard these words every day, and the grievances in his heart gradually turned into resentment. He always felt that his senior brother was deliberately working against him. But if you really asked the senior brother why he was staring at him, the senior brother never explained, just glanced at him lightly, turned around and left. Song Ze was so angry that his teeth itched, and he secretly vowed to surpass him one day so that he would no longer be able to discipline him in such a condescending manner. * Yu Xuanfeng had a junior brother who was the latest to enter the profession and the youngest, but he had excellent qualifications. As a senior brother, he naturally has to pay more attention. The junior disciple had a wild temperament and an unstable foundation, so he kept an eye on him, fearing that he would make a mistake. If his junior brother's swordsmanship was rough, he would correct it over and over again. Even if his junior brother found him annoying, he would never relax even a little bit. His junior brother always said that he was cold, harsh, and fond of finding faults. Yu Xuanfeng didn't say anything, but he thought in his heart: If you don't care, who will bother to care about you? But the junior brother never wanted to look back. The concern hidden behind those picky words and the protection hidden under the strictness were clearly the moonlight spreading all over the ground, but he just regarded it as an ordinary night. #Hate the bright moon hanging high and not shining on me# #In fact, the light of the bright moon almost drowned him, but he closed his eyes and refused to open them# * Reading guide: 1: The mind is sensitive and delicate and is attacked by x and the bright moon hangs high. 2: Hate the bright moon series, hate that the bright moon hangs high and does not shine on me. Three: The word count is not long, probably only tens of thousands of words. Purpose: Have a normal mind