Three Wooden Swords

At the Lü Family Estate, in the courtyard where Xiao Yu and the others lived.

It was afternoon. Shen'er and Qian'er were by the vegetable patch in the corner.

Duan Rong had been traveling for over a year. Shen'er was already three, and Qian'er a little over two. At the moment, the two of them were catching crickets.

Shen'er squatted there and carefully lifted a broken tile.

Qian'er held a jar and stood behind Shen'er, his round little eyes fixed intently on where Shen'er's hand was...

As Shen'er lifted the broken tile, his right hand suddenly pressed down on the ground.

Hugging the jar, Qian'er immediately cried, "Brother, Brother, did you catch it?"

Pinching something between his fingers, Shen'er turned back with a smile. "Caught it."

Qian'er's eyes lit up. "Let me see, let me see..."

"Bring the jar over," Shen'er said.

Only then did Qian'er remember that the cricket had to go into the jar. Holding it in his little hands, he walked over to his brother.

Pinching the cricket, Shen'er reached his hand into the jar, slowly opened his fingers, then swiftly withdrew his hand and put the lid on.

Only after making sure the cricket was shut inside the jar did Shen'er reveal a satisfied smile.

Qian'er grew even more impatient, clinging to Shen'er as he said, "Brother, let me see, let me see..."

Shen'er shifted the lid open by a tiny crack. Qian'er immediately leaned over and peered inside, but it was pitch-black in there, and he could not see a thing.

"Did you see it?" Shen'er asked.

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared in the courtyard, ghostlike.

Shen'er jumped in fright and immediately hugged the jar to his chest, staring warily at the unfamiliar person who had appeared out of nowhere.

"Brother, I haven't seen