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In the days before I went in, my eldest brother almost never paid attention to me, even if he glanced at me with a little emotion. He must have thought that I was still a "silly young man" and that we should live in two different worlds. Distinguishing everything by age seems to be the simplest standard in any era that lacks standards. Well, except for a slight exception when facing his parents, his face with a cold light has never changed much for any child. At that time, his father and my uncle had just passed away. He ran away from his hometown to join his uncle and my father and lived in our house. But who would have thought that in just one year, he would actually become famous in our area, and he would become even more arrogant towards me.

I saw Master Zhao bending his back and jumping out of the trench like a real warrior. But as soon as he came out of the jungle, he was hugged by Da Zhuang who was lying in wait and hit him on the head with fists like raindrops. I became anxious, and the bow in my hand was swinging around and I couldn't aim it accurately. I was about to rush out when Master Zhao suddenly stood up, jumped up suddenly, and waved his arms... After an unknown amount of time, the scene became still. I heard Da Zhuang howl violently, "Mother... Mother! How dare you kill the king!" And then there was no sound. Later, I asked Master Zhao: "Why did you do the murder?" Master Zhao said calmly: "I didn't want to do that either. I just wanted to test the speed of that bamboo sword, but I didn't expect that a human neck is much softer than a straw bag." As he said that, he started crying. After crying, our absurd era of seven sons was over. When I got home, I burned down the bamboo forest.