Edwin and I are twins, and he and I were born in a small village by the Silent River. He was born half an hour before me, so I'll have to call him brother for the rest of my life. Although I called him brother, he barely beat me in a fight.

Sneak attacks don't count.

He hardly ever thought about bullying me, and of course he couldn't bully me. More often than not, I took advantage of him or threw him to the ground.

Still, I was the only one in the village who could mess with him, and I wouldn't spare anyone who dared to touch a single hair of him. So Edwin had a happy childhood under my protection.

He really doesn't look good, and he's even more embarrassed to smile at people after he lost half of his front teeth because he was naughty when he was a child. At that time, I always laughed at him, and he always blushed with his face.

Fortunately, it was baby teeth, but later he had new teeth and had developed the habit of always smiling without showing his teeth.

His serious appearance was out of step with his age, and later the village friends were willing to play with him, and he always sat there and watched us have fun.

His father was injured and couldn't help the family, so Edwin learned a trade from the old people in the village to earn money to support the family. I remember we were nine years old.

He learned to weave nets, fish, and farm, but only carpenters, stonemasons, and masonry were the best he learned. It is estimated that he inherited his father's craftsmanship, and soon he followed the old people in the village to go out to work for others to make money. It is also because of this that the burden on the mother is relieved of a little.

He was silent at home and was even bullied by me, but I heard from my uncle in the village that he was very likable outside. Every time his uncle came back from out of town, he would always praise him by his parents' side.

It made me feel very unbalanced.

I still bullied him, but he never resisted, which made me even angrier.

It wasn't until later that he left home completely.

It wasn't that I drove him away, but that he got a good job in Stormwind when he was fourteen.

I envy him and envy him even more. In my eyes, he's always been a stuffy gourd who can't kick a fart, but he's just settled in Stormwind. The people in the village praised him, and even some girls came to the house early to propose marriage.

This makes me very unhappy. In that small village in my hometown, I have been fishing and farming all my life. I don't want to do this, if I want to get rich, I have to go out.

I told my parents that I was going to Stormwind too, but they met with fierce opposition. For this reason, he quarreled with the two of them, and set out on the road to Stormwind City alone.

It's not because I'm just trying to show them that I'm no worse than Edwin, I've been better than him since I was a kid, and I'm going to be better than him when I grow up.

When I first arrived in Stormwind, I didn't find any good jobs, but I did have the strength. I'm not afraid of hard work, as long as I live here, I believe that one day I will be able to mix up.

I've loaded goods at the docks, cut wood at the lumber yard, built houses on the construction site, and worked wherever I can, and although I can barely make ends meet, I find it boring and fulfilling.

Until I learned carving with a master, from lettering to relief, to sculpture. From the moment I picked up the drill, I felt like I would surpass Edwin and become a master.

I learned very quickly, and soon I didn't have to do the hard work anymore, and I was treated much better than the sack-bearers. Strength is the foundation of survival, and technology is the guarantee for me to live better.

I'll take the work in Stormwind, and I'll take the work outside Stormwind. From tombstone carving to garden decoration, everything is done. Slowly I saved some of my savings, and after a few years I felt ready to fight Edwin, so I went home.

When my uncle in the village saw me come back, he was very cold to me, but when I got home, I found that the house had already collapsed. In a panic, he learned that his parents had both passed away. The cause is soot poisoning caused by heating at night in winter. I didn't even know it.

They told me that Edwin had come back to clean up the aftermath and had left the village as well. The home is gone.

Although I got Edwin's address from the villagers, I didn't look for him, and I was curious and puzzled about his situation. I wanted to go to him but I didn't want to go to him.

It wasn't until later that I discovered him as an overseer when I was working on the construction site. When I think about it now, I still feel a little awkward in my heart, it's a very complicated feeling.

There are no warm pictures, no brothers recognizing each other, and no crying with joy. He still looked at me with the same tense face, then turned and walked away.

I know he's kind of resentful of me.

It wasn't until the day the project was completed that he came to me. He told me that he never held a grudge against me when I was a child, and that he could not forgive me only for the death of my parents. I'm speechless.

I knew I was wrong, but I didn't want to admit it to him, not at all. But I can't make up for this mistake, and that's what makes me struggle the most.

He told me to stop running around, and he said I was his only relative now.

Since then, I have been working with him, and I have realized that he is no longer just a stonemason, he has become a mountain that I need to look up to. Originally, I thought that the deeds I could boast about in front of him were simply not enough compared to the engineering projects he had participated in. The nobles I came into contact with were like fish and shrimp compared to the princes and nobles he came into contact with.

I'm now overshadowed by his shadow everywhere, and it's stressful.

So I want to do my best to do my best, to do my best, I have to get ahead, I have to be on an equal footing with him or a head above him. That's what I think. I want to do this, I have to.

It's not my memory.

This was his memory, a memory that had been overwritten and obliterated, Mason's memory. In those fragmented memories, I saw his past, but somehow, his memories made me empathize, as if I had been there in person.

It's just that when I get these memories back, he's gone, not just Edwin, but Mason.