I had a fight with my brother when I was a child. Dad told us to kneel in the room and prepare for the battle. When I was four or five meters away from my destination, I was hit by my brother and my tears immediately fell down. Meowed, dad, my brother hit me, and then I ran away, and my brother was killed! When I was a child, my acting skills were so good! On another occasion, children in rural areas can climb trees. When climbing a tree on the mountain, they saw some bees flying out between the leaves of a palm tree and told my brother that there was a hornet's nest on the tree. I believed it, climbed up, and was stung, but I refrained from saying that the child was proud, saying that there was a hornet's nest on it. My brother Tang didn't believe me either, so I climbed up, and then, and then a bee got stuck in his nose! Another time, our house was next to Tang Ge's house. During the winter vacation, it was cold and we wore a lot. The fireworks we played when we were young were called scraping guns, which were scraped and lit in a box and then exploded. My brother took drugs while playing. His hand shook and he accidentally threw the gun into my Tang Ge's neck. My Tang Ge jumped around like a year old, and then boom, smoke began to come out of his neck, and my brother's ass didn't dare to touch the stool that day.