The sick petite brother is fishing for me again today
The master beckoned and beckoned the junior brother to the nine-year-old Ah Jue: Ah Jue, this is the junior brother.
The younger brother was so angry that his face bulged: She is nine years old, and I am 700 years old! Why am I a junior brother?
The Master laid out seven fruits, taught them to count to seven, added two more, counted to nine, and asked, "Is 9 more than 7?"
Ah Yu and his junior brother looked at the fruit and nodded silently.
Master: ......
Smash, but if you have a kindergarten diploma, you won't be ......
deceived by your mother like this *
A few years later, the junior brother looked at the 9 fruits and 700 fruits, and it was difficult to say: Senior sister, I am the senior brother!
Ah Jue pinched his face: Okay, junior brother.
Junior Brother: ......
*
After a few more years, they rushed through the sea of blood and walked through the corpse forest, looking back, the former master has long since disappeared, and only they firmly remember the master's teachings: live, no matter what, live well.
Senior brother covered in blood: Senior sister, why don't you leave me and run away by yourself?
The picture of secretly calling her mother in the master's arms when she was a child came to Ah Yu's mind: because of love.
Junior Brother: ......
Ah Jue turned around: Hey, junior brother, why are you red?