A Code Word for Loving Parents, and Countless Childhood Antics

There were four people in my family. I loved my father, but I loved my mother even more. Both of my parents loved my brother and me very much.

My mother was named Wu Qiu Xia, and my father was named Li Jun Tian.

To support the family, Father was away on business trips for long periods of time.

Father and Mother were deeply in love. Mother was a renowned beauty in the area—tall, slender, with an exceptionally well-developed figure, curvy in all the right places.

Back then, Mother had the fresh, pure beauty of a Clear Water Lotus. Whenever she walked down the street, heads always turned. Once, Mother was coming back from buying groceries when two local thugs rode past on a motorcycle, staring at her. One of them turned back and whistled at her, managing to say only the word "Beaut—" before he could finish, his motorcycle crashed into another one coming from the opposite direction. Both bikes then slammed into the curb and fell over, leaving the two thugs badly scraped up.

Mother's beauty in her youth was truly lethal. Though she was as beautiful as a flower, she loathed lechers and philandering men.

Mother had countless suitors, but she was very conservative and never had too much contact with them. Father was not outstanding among all those pursuers. He was neither handsome nor wealthy, came from the countryside, and had only a junior college diploma.

Father had been a bookworm during his school years and had never been in love.

Father and Mother met at an intersection. The pedestrian light was green when a truck, without noticing the crosswalk, turned directly through the intersection. By the time the driver saw Mother on the crosswalk, it was already too late to brake. The truck bore down on her head-on. In that instant, Mother was frozen in terror and did not know what to do. Yet Father somehow ran faster than the truck, shoving Mother out of its path while he himself was sent flying several meters by the impact. Fortunately, the truck managed to stop, and Father escaped disaster. They both suffered only minor injuries and were taken to the hospital together. Because of that accident, Father and Mother got to know each other, and from then on, Mother began secretly seeing Father.

Father was an ordinary-looking man. Mother had once asked him, "Why don't you know your place? You know So Many people better than you are pursuing me, and you still want to chase me?"

Father said, "I like you and love you—it doesn't get in your way. Meeting you was the most beautiful accident of my life. I have to thank heaven for giving me such a beautiful accident."

Mother said, "Accident, my ass. I must have been blind. I don't even know what I was thinking, following you into a life of hardship."

Father said, "You aren't a materialistic woman. You chose to marry for love. How about a game of hide-and-seek?"

Mother said, "Sure."

Father said, "Forget it. I definitely won't be able to hide."

Mother said laughing, "It's fine. You're not that fat—you can find somewhere to hide."

Father said, "My love for you can't be hidden, no matter how I try."

Mother said, "Smooth talker. I was fooled by your honest-looking face. Do you say things like that to other women too?"

Father said, "I don't like talking. I only say these things secretly to you."

"You deserve a beating. I want to hit you, but I can't bear to." Mother said as she stroked Father's face.

Father said, "Do you think there's something a little strange about you?"

Mother said, "What's strange?"

Father said, "You're strangely adorable."

Mother married Father when she was eighteen. Although they were not well-off, she gave birth to me and my brother in the second year of their marriage. My brother had come into the world only a few minutes before me. At the time, both of our parents had to work and had no time to look after children, so after my brother was weaned, he was sent to Grandparents' home to be cared for. Only later was he brought back to live with us.

Father was an ambitious man. He taught himself and became an engineer through his own efforts. Starting from nothing, they gradually improved their lives. They remained loving and devoted to each other, and when I was six, we moved from the countryside into a Residential Area in the city.

I could remember things from a very young age, and I could still vaguely recall events from when I was two or three.

To outsiders, Father seemed like an honest, simple man, but at home he was actually a goofball who often acted silly to make Mother happy.

Father often had to go on business trips, but Mother always wished he could stay with her. Sometimes, just one day after Father left, Mother would call and ask, "When are you coming back?"

Father said, "I'm already downstairs."

Mother said excitedly, "Really? I'll come down to pick you up right away."

Father said, "I'm downstairs from the company."

Mother said, "Are you trying to make me mad? So you can find another pretty woman after I die of anger?"

Father said, "How would Wife dare make you angry? In my eyes, you're the most beautiful woman in the world. Without you, I'd have to spend the rest of my life alone."

Mother said, "You say you wouldn't dare, but there's nothing you wouldn't dare do."

Father said, "Wife, I was wrong. Calm down. Hit me—I'll stick my face out for you to hit. I'll let you hit me until we're old."

Mother said, "You only dare say that because you aren't here. How did you become like this after marrying me? Was this side of you really never exposed before?"

Father said, "Back then, we hadn't had any 'deep' contact, so you didn't understand me. Now that we often have 'deep' contact, after 'long-distance' communication, you understand me better and better."

Mother said, "Listen to you and that silver tongue. You're not allowed to find women outside. If I find out you're looking for women out there, I'll break your Third Leg. If you miss a woman, come home, understand?"

Father replied, "Understood, Wife."

Although Father was away on business trips for long periods, he always followed the rules and had never fooled around outside. Engineering business trips inevitably involved all kinds of Socializing.

Eating and drinking, going in and out of all kinds of entertainment venues, playing cards and gambling to deal with all sorts of shady characters, entering KTVs and Nightclubs, hiring Misses to accompany clients, and so on.

Even in that kind of environment, Father had never hired a Miss to satisfy himself and had never done anything to betray Mother.

A colleague working with Father asked, "Old Li, you're away on business trips for so long. Can you really hold it in?"

Father said, "I just have to endure it for a while, then I can go home. It's not like I don't have a wife. What if I catch something out here? Wouldn't it be especially embarrassing to go home like that?"

The colleague said, "Your wife is so beautiful. You're away for so long—aren't you afraid someone might set their sights on her?"

Father said, "I trust my wife. She can resist temptation."

The colleague said, "You trust your wife, but what if some rich man has bad intentions toward her?" Father merely smiled faintly and did not respond.

That night, Father called Mother. Father said, "Wife, what are you doing?"

Mother said, "I just finished the housework, finished bathing, and I'm lying in bed with a face mask on."

Father asked, "Work isn't too tiring, is it? Don't work too hard. It aches my heart when you exhaust yourself. I'll support you."

Mother said, "Did you miss me today?"

Father said, "I miss you every day. I miss you so much I've broken out in pimples. I'm dying of frustration."

Mother said, "If you miss me, why don't you hurry back? You're leaving your delicate wife alone in an empty bed every day. I think about you every night, man. I need moisturizing. Look at my face—my skin's gotten worse." Ai Du Free Novel App, fastest updates, no ads. Old Bookworm customer service helps you find the books you want to read!

Father said, "When I get back, I'll moisturize you properly."

Mother said, "I want you to moisturize me right now. I want you to hold me in bed and kiss me. If you don't come back soon, your fields will go barren. This old cow needs to come home and plow the land."

Father said, "I haven't known the taste of meat for three months. If you keep teasing me like this, it'll go straight to my head and I won't be able to hold back. I might go find a Miss."

Mother said, "You wouldn't dare! If you dare find a Miss, I'll castrate you when you come back. If you want it, then come home. I'll satisfy you."

Father said, "Just hearing your voice gets me worked up. I can't hold it in—I want to press you down on the bed."

"Press me down? Aren't you afraid you'll crush me? You're so heavy," Mother said.

Father said, "I couldn't bear to crush you. I'd press down gently."

"Then come press me down, man. I'm on the bed right now, wearing nothing but a bathrobe. I'm naked underneath, hehe."

"Wife, don't tease me. I'm so frustrated—I'll have a physical reaction."

"What physical reaction?"

"Wife, I miss you. I'm hard down there, so stop teasing me already."

"Where is it hard? Let me see."

"You female hooligan."

"That's because you taught me so well."

"Wife, shall we chat on QQ? I want to see you."

"What do you want to see me for?"

"So I can show you where I'm hard."

"Pervert! I don't want to see that."

"Xia Xia Wife, I want to see you."

"Then hang up. I'll wait for you online."

After hanging up, Father waited for Mother online. Mother did not come online for a video call until ten minutes later.

"Wife, why did it take you so long to come online?"

"I finished applying a face mask and went to wash my face. What's wrong? Can't hold back anymore?"

Mother appeared on the screen in loose pajamas, her face fresh and refined.

Mother said smiling, "If you can't hold back, then come home. I'll cool you down."

Mother crooked her fingers at Father.

"Darling, I really can't stand it. Didn't you want to see? I'll let you see."

Father pointed his phone camera at his crotch, turned on the flashlight, and let Mother see his aroused genitals, swollen from her teasing. "Look how big you made it. Xiao Tian is starving and thirsty—he wants a drink, wants to soak."

"You big scoundrel, I'm not looking! Aren't you ashamed? What if your coworkers see you looking like that? If you don't move the phone back up, I'm not talking to you anymore," Mother scolded, her face flushing red.

Father turned the phone camera toward his face and said, "You were the one who wanted to see. There aren't any coworkers around. They all went out to find Misses and have fun tonight. I didn't go. Missing you is making me miserable."

"Are you trying to get yourself killed? I didn't want to see that. If you're miserable, why didn't you go out and have fun with them?" Mother said.

"Didn't I listen to my wife? I'm not allowed to fool around outside."

"Good, at least you know better. So what are you going to do about being uncomfortable now?" Mother asked gently, feeling sweet inside.

"What else can I do? Later, I'll think about you and take care of it myself, right where I am," Father said. "Wife, let me see your plump chest. I want to kiss it."

"Jack off? If your coworkers come back later and smell it, you'll be embarrassed," Mother said. "Save your public grain and bring it home to turn in. I'm not letting you see my chest—I'm afraid you won't be able to hold back, and then you won't have any public grain left when you come back."

Father said, "Xia Xia Bao Bei, darling, the granary is full. I need to let out some old grain or it'll go moldy. Please, have mercy on your husband."

"Distant water can't put out a nearby fire. When you come back, I'll let you touch and kiss them."

"Let me see them first."

"How?" Mother asked. She lifted her bathrobe, revealing her full, snowy-white breasts, then quickly covered them again so Father could not see. "There, you've seen enough."

"I didn't even get a look before you covered them up. Let me see, just to satisfy my craving."

"You big scoundrel, asking your wife to show her breasts."

Though Mother said that, she still untied the upper half of her bathrobe and let Father look at her plump chest. "Pervert, does it look good? Have you had enough?"

Mother asked.

"It looks good." Father stared at Mother's chest with intense interest. "I really want to knead these two little rabbits and suck on them."

"Husband, since you haven't kneaded them lately, they've gotten smaller," Mother said, rubbing her own breasts.

"When I get back, I'll knead them bigger."

"Husband, what is your left hand doing down at your crotch?" Mother asked Father softly. "Are you jacking off?"

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"Husband... so... good... ever since I learned today that you were coming home... oh... oh... I started imagining how you'd... oh... oh... make love to me when you came back. At the station, I was so looking forward to seeing you right away, then... going home and being bullied by you, mm... mm... mm..." Mother spoke between soft moans as Father pressed down on her and thrust into her.

"Is that so?" Father asked, pressing his hips down deeply again.

"Oh... Husband... so deep... last time during the video call... mm... mm... you tempted me... that day, I missed you so much I couldn't sleep... mm... mm... I got so wet down there... I wanted so badly to put my own fingers inside, oh... oh... but I thought that down there belonged to Husband's Xiao Tian Tian, that I had to wait for Husband's Xiao Tian Tian to enter me, so I held back... mm... mm... waiting for you... to come back... mm... mm..."

"Baby Wife, Husband is home, and he's making love to you right now. Wife, you've had it hard." Father cupped Mother's face in both hands and spoke gently to her, never stopping his thrusts below.

"On the way back just now... mm... mm... mm... when you hugged me, my whole body went weak... mm... mm... when you kissed me at the door, I got wet immediately, and my whole body went numb... mm... mm... mm... when you licked me down there just now, it was so stimulating, mm... mm... mm... I got so wet. Now that you're inside me, I feel like... it's all flowed to my asshole... mm... mm... mm... Husband, do you like it when I get this wet?"

"I do. I really love making my wife gush so much. It gives me such a Sense of Accomplishment."

Father's penis rammed Mother's Peach Blossom Cave several more times. Panting heavily, he ploughed away atop Mother. A thick layer of white foam had already formed where Father and Mother joined, flowing all the way toward Mother's tender little flower.

"Husband... you're thrusting so deep, all the way to my womb, all the way to my deepest spot..."

Hearing Mother's heartfelt, moaning whispers, Father grew wildly excited. His left hand reached beneath Mother's buttocks and held them, while his right arm embraced her upper body. His hips pounded madly, as though his life depended on it.

"Husband... don't... it's too deep, I... I Can't Stand It... God... oh... mm..."

Usually, Father was very gentle when he slept with Mother, caressing her softly and moving with tenderness and consideration. He took great care of Mother's feelings, generally waiting until she reached her peak before pinning her down and thrusting hard a dozen or so times, spilling his seed into Mother's Peach Blossom Cave. He had never been this stormy and violent before. Mother's body was sensitive to begin with; how could she withstand Father's relentless bombardment? Her Peach Blossom Cave spasmed continuously, white fluid overflowing where they joined with constant wet sounds. Sweet saliva slipped from her mouth as she began babbling incoherently, "Tian Ge... Husband... Husband... I'm going to heaven... mm... mm... it feels so good... I'm coming... I'm coming... mm..."

With a long cry from Mother, she climbed to an ecstatic climax, her deepest place completely opening itself to Father. Tidal white fluid fizzed out with every movement of Father's towering pillar.

Father knew Mother had climaxed. He sped up and thrust several more times, then whispered by her ear, "Wife... I'm Going to Ejaculate..." With that, he pressed against Mother's womb and, "Puchi... Puchi..." forcefully poured his seed into her, filling her womb and her Peach Blossom Cave.

After Months of abstinence, Father's semen was thick and hot. The heat made Mother's entire body tremble as she climaxed a second time, and Father and Mother reached climax together.

Father lay atop Mother, his manhood still inside her Peach Blossom Cave, never softening and remaining erect within her vagina.

Father and Mother took a long while to recover amid the lingering afterglow of climax. Mother's face was flushed with the rosy tint of pleasure, like a fully ripened apple, utterly enticing.

Mother smacked Father's face and said, "You've been away for Months, and you've gotten thinner. You look even more refined now. Why have you become like this after coming back?"

"What's wrong with me, Wife?" Father asked with a smile.

"You look more refined, so why are you like this in bed? How did I never notice before? I can't explain it. It's just a little strange, something feels off. I can't describe that feeling—it's like you took medicine or something."

"What am I like in bed? Too fierce?" Father pressed.

Mother said, "It doesn't match your looks or build. Your build is so refined, and you don't even have much muscle. How can you be so wild in bed?"

"I'll take that as a compliment," Father said. "You teased your Husband so much Last Time. Now that I'm back, I have to reassert my authority."

"Hmph! You come home and immediately bully your wife like this."

Mother whispered into Father's ear, then teased him again, "Is your wife good at taking it?"

The moment the words left her mouth, Father's penis, still soaked in Mother's Peach Blossom Cave, began to harden again. Mother said, "Oh my... the thing down there isn't behaving again. Wipe us off first; it's all run onto my buttocks and the bedsheet..."

"Don't wipe it. That's the result of my hard work. I want your flood to soak the bedsheet." Father began attacking Mother's Peach Blossom Cave again.

"Mm... Bad Person... bullying your wife again... mm... mm... mm..." Father and Mother's entwined, overlapping bodies began their second duet.

Before Brother and I came along, Father and Mother's life as a couple had been wonderfully fulfilling. Their love was inseparable, and they built their Love Nest together. Mother was conservative when it came to Sex Life. During lovemaking, she only liked exchanging sweet words with Father. She refused to accept some of the new sexual positions Father suggested, and she had never agreed to make love anywhere outside the bedroom—not even in the Living Room. Father never forced her, either. He cared deeply about Mother's feelings and loved her very much.

Of course, Mother told me all this later. She also said Father had two favorite positions. Whenever he was about to ejaculate, he always either pressed down on Mother From Behind or pressed down on her face-to-face to come. Mother also loved the feeling of being tightly pinned beneath Father.

Father was away on Business Trips for long periods and had never done anything to betray Mother. Mother trusted Father completely as well. Father felt he Owed Mother for having to sleep alone at home, but he had never suspected her of cheating. Mother remained faithful to Father at home. It was precisely this mutual trust that protected Father and Mother's love, protected this family, and led to the story that followed.

When Mother was pregnant with Brother and me, Father abstained for a full year to protect her. At the time, Mother's Sexual Desire was not strong, while Father was at the height of his vigor. Holding a beautiful woman in his arms, it was inevitable that he would burn with desire.

Mother said that, three months before giving birth, one night she discovered Father secretly masturbating under the covers. Father had some Japanese Adult Films on his phone. Watching those dirty videos while masturbating, his hand moving back and forth beneath the blanket, Father made Mother burst out laughing with a "Puchi," frightening him so badly that he hurriedly hid his phone to one side.

Mother said, "Is this how you usually get yourself off? Who are you thinking about? Don't have an emotional affair."

Caught red-handed by Mother, Father looked utterly embarrassed. "I... I... I didn't mean to Wake You Up. Wife, I'm not having an emotional affair. You're the one in my heart."

Father's face reddened completely, and he felt humiliated.

Mother said, "It's not like I'm forbidding you from masturbating. Look at how embarrassed you are. Husband, I know you've been holding it in painfully, but you're not allowed to go out and find women. You're not even allowed to think about it!"

Father said, "Wife, how would I dare? I'm narrow-minded. You're the only one in my heart."

Mother said, "That's more like it. At least you have a conscience."

Mother reached out and grasped Father's penis, which had gone a little soft from fright. Imitating Father, she gently stroked it back and forth while saying, "If you can't hold it in anymore later, I'll stroke you and let you come." Ai Du Free Novel App, Fastest Update, No Ads. Old Bookworm customer service will help you find the books you want to read!

Mother's gentle movements quickly made Father's penis erect. Mother asked, "Does it feel good when I stroke you like this? It's my first time helping Husband masturbate, so please be kind to me."

Father moaned in pleasure. "Wife, Just Like This, it feels so good... Wife... I Love You!"

It was Mother's first time helping Father masturbate, and her technique was clumsy, but Father found it immensely stimulating. Before long, he came, leaving Mother's hand covered in it.

From then on, Father enjoyed himself whenever desire struck, having Mother use her hand to help him masturbate. Father would lie on the bed; sometimes he came while kissing Mother's tongue, and sometimes he came while Mother kissed his nipples. Every Time, Mother's slender, delicate hands ended up covered in thick semen.

Every Time Mother told me about her Sex Life and Boudoir Bliss with Father, I felt overwhelmingly jealous.

I loved my Mother very much. It had started in the womb—that indescribable emotion made me especially attached to her.

Mother said that I had never been close to Father since I was little. Back when we still lived in the countryside, Brother and I were not yet a year old and could not Sleep Separately. Mother set aside a small area on the big bed to care for Brother and me while we slept. Whenever I sensed Father and Mother kissing, I would begin to cry. Sometimes, in the middle of the night—

After Father waited until I fell asleep, he would lie over Mother and Make Love to her. But as soon as the bed made Creaking sounds, I would wake up and Cry Loudly, leaving Father unable to bully Mother. As a result, whenever Father became aroused later on, he would carry Mother to the Ground Mat to satisfy himself, pinning her down and making love to her.

After we turned one, Brother was sent to Grandmother's house for Grandmother to help look after him, while I stayed with Father and Mother.

Whenever I saw Father about to hold Mother, I would push Father away. It wasn't that I disliked Father; I loved him too. It was a feeling born of blood ties.

But for some reason, when I was little, I unconsciously prevented Father from behaving intimately toward Mother.

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Once, Father had gone out drinking with his coworkers without Mother knowing. Mother had cooked at home and waited for us to return for dinner. By evening, Father came home reeking drunk, while I, having been too busy playing, did not return until dark, filthy from head to toe.

The moment I stepped through the door, I heard Mother scolding Father. "You've got some nerve, drinking with women outside and coming home drunk. Don't you know your own limits? Kneel by the wall."

The moment I heard that, I knew things were bad. I hurriedly tried to hide at the Neighbor's house to avoid the storm, but Mother had already spotted me. She chased after me, dragged me back, smacked my Buttocks twice, and lectured me, "Trying to run away? You came home this filthy—wash your dirty clothes yourself. You kneel by the wall too."

Father and I knelt together while Mother angrily carried the cold dishes into the kitchen to reheat them.

Father let out a drunken belch and lectured me too. "Why are you only coming home now? Playing around so much, and you got your clothes this dirty too. Kneel properly!"

I looked at my drunk Father and asked, "Father, why did Mother make you kneel here? Were you punished for drinking?"

Father glared at me. "Why do you talk so much?"

I said, "Father, I share your surname. Two people with the same surname in this house are being bullied and made to kneel by someone with a Different Surname. What kind of Parent are you?"

Father said, "Stop rambling. Shut Up. Do you still want to eat?"

Father and I obediently remained on our knees until Mother had reheated the food and called us up to eat, finally setting us free.

That night, Father spent ages coaxing Mother, making self-criticisms and promises before Mother finally allowed him into bed.

As for me, I was punished and had to wash my dirty clothes clean before I could sleep.

Later, we moved into a Residential Area in the city. I got my own little room, and Father and Mother brought Brother back to live with us too.

After Brother came back to live with us, there were two children in the family, making Father and Mother's Sex Life even more inconvenient. They needed to be more discreet, so they agreed on a code phrase. Whenever Father or Mother wanted to Make Love, they would say to the other, "Darling, let's Grind Soy Milk tonight."

Whenever they used that code phrase, they would coax Brother and me to sleep early, and their bedroom door would definitely be locked at night.

Sometimes I was very curious, so I asked Mother, "I've heard you and Father talk about Grinding Soy Milk several times. You always secretly drank it all, and Brother and I never got any."

Mother asked, "When did you hear us talk about Grinding Soy Milk?"

I said, "I heard Father say it five times and you say it twice. Every Time, you never left even a drop of soy milk for us."

Mother said, "There's no Soy Milk Maker at home. Once Father comes back with one, we'll Grind real soy milk for you two little brats to drink."

I asked Mother, "There's no Soy Milk Maker at home, so how did you and Father Grind Soy Milk before?"

Mother said, "Why do children have So Many questions? Go play." Mother changed the subject and sent me away.

When Father came home again, there was a Soy Milk Maker in the house. Brother and I were overjoyed—we could finally drink soy milk.

It was not until I reached the so-called Flowery Season that I learned Father and Mother's "Grinding Soy Milk" was not the "Grinding Soy Milk" we knew.

At the time, Mother knocked me on the head and said, "You little brat, always thinking about how to Grind Soy Milk every day."

Ever since Brother came to live with us, Father and Mother felt that he had been sent to Grandmother's home after Weaning and had become somewhat malnourished, Thin and Weak. He was Extroverted, lively from childhood, mischievous, and disobedient. They felt they Owed him something, so they treated him exceptionally well. Whatever Brother wanted, they always bought for him. New toys only came to me after he had grown tired of playing with them, and he was always the first to get food. Their love for Brother had practically reached the point of spoiling him.

When I was little, I did not feel much about this treatment of Brother. As I grew older, though, I began to feel that Brother had taken away Father and Mother's love for me after returning. I felt that Father and Mother loved only Brother and not me.

I said to Mother, "Mother, Father and you don't love me anymore. You only love Brother."

Mother said to me, "Father and Mother do love you. Father and Mother love you just the same. Your Brother was sent to Grandmother's home when he was little and suffered a lot. Back then, Father and Mother did not have the means to bring him back. Now that your Brother has returned, Father and Mother feel they Owed him something and feel guilty. We want to make up for the Father's Love and Mother's Love he lost. You need to understand, and you should be nicer to Brother too, understand?"

I felt wronged and continued complaining that Mother was playing favorites. I would rather have been the one sent to Grandmother's home as a child instead of Brother.

But I did not make things difficult for Mother. At home, I always gave in to Brother, and gradually, I began to hate him.

Brother and I attended the same Primary School. After we started school, Father and Mother's indulgence of Brother finally led to serious consequences, and Father and Mother also realized there was a problem with their parenting.

Brother was also very mischievous at school. He did not follow classroom rules, refused to change despite repeated admonitions, and sometimes even bullied Female Classmates. Teachers often notified Father and Mother to come to the school and discipline him.

Sometimes Father and Mother could not endure it any longer and would smack Brother's Buttocks. But after being hit, Brother would giggle and joke around to coax Father and Mother out of their anger. Father and Mother's earnest teachings went in one ear and out the other for him. His grades were always poor. He was a Bad Student in the teachers' eyes. Both the Neighbor and the teachers said that the two of us did not seem like Twins at all—we were far too different.

At school, because of Brother, my classmates isolated me. They would say, "You're so-and-so's little brother. We don't want to play with you."

My once lively and cheerful personality gradually became withdrawn. I was somewhat gloomy around Father and Mother and somewhat insecure around teachers and classmates. I began to dislike talking much and simply put my energy into studying. My grades did not fall too far behind; they were above average, and occasionally I even made it into the top three of the grade.