A man drove toward the highway exit ahead. Looking at the toll station, he saw the words "Luoyang" written above it. He showed the toll collector something, and the collector let him through.
A girl around twenty beside him asked, "Sister Chen, what was that? A little sword?"
Sister Chen looked at the girl beside her and said, "That represents a hero. From now on, whenever you see someone carrying that little sword, whether they're a beggar, a street vendor, or even a fool, we should show them respect."
The girl did not understand why Sister Chen said that, but she remembered it.
When it was time to change shifts, Sister Chen finished handing over her duties and returned home. She found the entire family sitting in the living room, as if they had been waiting for her.
The moment Sister Chen saw this, she knew something had happened. She asked a man, "What is it?" She put down her bag and sat to one side.
The old man seated at the head of the room said, "Third Sister, Fourth Brother is gone."
The moment Sister Chen heard that, her mind went blank. "When did it happen?"
At that moment, a middle-aged man with a square face stood and supported Sister Chen.
The elder continued, "Our Chen Family had three sons and one daughter. Two are already gone, and now only Eldest Brother remains. He's already in his thirties. It isn't appropriate."
At that moment, two women looked at the elder at the head of the room. One gentle and refined woman said sorrowfully, "Dad, where did Third Brother go? Even if he died, you should tell me. I'm his wife. I have the right to know what happened to him."
The other woman, cold as ice, looked expressionlessly at