During that time, I was like a madman, constantly going up the mountains to hunt and gather herbs to sell for money.

Every night, I would count how much money I had, holding onto it and crying, feeling useless. The next day, I would hunt like a maniac again.

But I never expected that my parents could be so heartless and cruel.

When I returned from hunting that day, I saw the wide-open gate and the familiar fragrance before even entering.

Before I could step inside, a woman holding a golden cane walked out with a satisfied expression, wiping her mouth.

My mind suddenly exploded, and a single thought crazily circled within me.

I rushed inside and saw the scene in the courtyard.

My brother lay on the ground like a rag doll, his chest empty and stained with blood.

I dropped to my knees with a thud, tears streaming down my face.

I crawled over and hugged my brother, crying out, "Brother, I'm sorry! Brother, I thought I could make it in time. Why? Why did it happen now..."

My brother opened his eyes, weakly smiled, and said to me, "In our parents' room, to the west side, next to the third brick beside the clay pot, is today's money."

"Take it out and go!"

He pushed me, pleading with me.

I got up abruptly, went inside, removed the brick, and took the money and the gold.

As I walked out, my brother looked at me encouragingly, still smiling gently.

He said, "My little Yi, go far away! Brother wants you to go far away! Don't look back, you have to fly away."

"Brother loves you very much."

Blood began to seep from his chest, wave after wave, and my brother covered it, gesturing to me with his hand.

"It's nothing."

"Go!"

But I firmly walked towards him, step by step, picked up a large basket I had prepared earlier, and placed my brother inside.

Then I hoisted it onto my back and ran. As I ran, I spoke.

"Brother, let's go together."