That night, the food and drink were great, and both sons admitted their mistakes; the old man, contrary to his usual domineering self, also said he should accept his aging and even toasted me twice.
I didn't think much of it and drank one cup after another. At the time, I thought we were all family, connected by blood, how could there be any lasting grudges?
But when I sobered up, I found myself in the water; the four of them… my biological father, younger brother, and sons, were all holding sticks and pressing me into the water!
I had drunk too much, my whole body was weak, and at sixty-two, how could I be a match for them? With my stomach full of cold water, all I could do was struggle and beg them to spare me, one by one.
The old man was lazy, I started doing farm work at sixteen, supporting the family and him;
