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I am the true young master who was retrieved from the wheat fields of Shanhe Province. Eighteen years of instruction from my adoptive parents in the countryside made me not very clear-headed. In urban terms, I have a super dull sense. On the day he returned home, the fake young master Jiang Yingchen cried, made trouble, and hanged himself. He stood on the balcony on the second floor and cried, "Let him go! Otherwise I will jump from here!" "With him without me, with me without him! I have to die here today!" Everyone advised him to calm down. I walked over, looked at the soft lawn downstairs, and then spoke to him seriously in the tone of trying to stop a fight in the village. "If you jump from the second floor and break your legs, the Goudan in our village has tried it." "If you really want to die, you have to go to the top floor. There is a cement floor over there." His crying stopped suddenly, and his parents raised their heads, their hearts shattered.