Oops, I've become the puppy apprentice of my stupid master.

(This will be narrated in the first person, so please pay attention to the perspective when watching.)

My name is Lu Li, Lu as in spiritual deer and Li as in dawn.

I also have a younger brother who is the same age as me but two months younger than me. His name is Lu Ming.

We are about the same age and looked quite alike when we were kids.

But later due to personality issues and other factors, our brother and I no longer had anything alike.

As a brother, I am frail and have a tendency to cry easily. It is no exaggeration to say that I have been crying since I was a child.

I even once suspected that when my mother was pregnant with me, she was supposed to be a girl, but accidentally gave birth to the wrong gender, which resulted in me becoming neither male nor female.

On the contrary, my younger brother is more manly and braver than me, and much better than me in every way.

Even though he is my younger brother, he is the one who has always taken care of and protected me.

I feel ashamed as an older brother to have such a sensible younger brother...

We live in a small town called Zhushan.

My parents run a small business and our living conditions are pretty good.

At that time, Amin was very naughty and playful, and often ran out to play and didn't go home.

I just stayed at home obediently, looking at the account books that my father placed in the bookcase from time to time.

Although I couldn't understand a single word, the process of flipping through the book really relieved me of a lot of boredom.

When Amin was six years old, he didn't know why, but every time he went out to play, he would always put a few pieces of candy or some snacks in his pocket.

At first I didn’t take it too seriously, but later when I saw that he was still doing it for a long time, I couldn’t help it and grabbed his arm one day.

"Ah Ming, who do you feed all these things to every day?"

At that time, I was thinking that if the other party didn’t tell me, I would threaten him to tell my mother.

Ah Ming had a smile on his face. He replied innocently, "A friend of mine likes to eat this, so I brought it to her."

I frowned and asked, "Your friend doesn't have any at home, why does he have to eat ours?"

Ah Ming replied: "Brother, her family doesn't have any. She doesn't have enough to eat every day. She is very pitiful..."

When I heard this, I was speechless for a moment.

I almost immediately let go of my brother's arm, turned around and went back into the house to stuff some of my snacks into his arms.

"Then go quickly, don't let her starve!"

Watching my brother leaving, I couldn't help but feel a lot better.

But I was too young at that time, and I was not emotionally sensitive, so I had no idea that my brother had developed feelings for the girl.

A few months later, Lu Ming and I were about to go to school and learn to read and write, but an accident quietly befell our family.

That night, when my father and mother came home, I felt that the atmosphere was a little off.

But I can't tell what's wrong exactly.

At that time, I just felt that my father's face looked very bad. I was timid, and the more I didn't dare to go up and talk to them at times like this.

But just because I don’t say it doesn’t mean the other party won’t say it.

It happened that A-Ming came back late that day, and my father saw that A-Ming was not in the room, so he turned around and looked at me fiercely.

"Where's your brother?"

I was afraid that our parents would find out that we secretly gave things to other people, so I gathered my wits and made up a lie.

"Amin went to the toilet..."

As soon as I finished speaking, a crisp slap landed on my face without any warning.

"lie!"

The slap knocked me to the ground. I was stunned for a long time before I couldn't hold back my tears and rolled down.

I guess my mother was also shocked by this scene, because this was the first time that my father hit me, and he hit me so hard.

My mother quickly ran over and picked me up from the ground. She said angrily, "You are sick. If you are crazy, you are crazy. Why are you hitting a child?"

My father's eyes were red, as if he was holding back something. He pointed at me and said, "How old is he to start lying? And Lu Ming is always away from home. Shouldn't I beat him?"

When my father pointed at me, I cried even harder and my body kept shaking.

Why did my usually kind and gentle father suddenly become so scary...

Normally he would never dare to yell at his mother like that.

My mother gritted her teeth. If she hadn’t been holding me in her arms, she would have rushed over and slapped the other person twice.

"Li'er has always been sensible and obedient, you know that. I'm wondering what's wrong with you today, do you want to die?"

After my mother said this, my father suddenly grinned and laughed a few times.

Little did she know that the words A Niang just said would be the last words she would say in her life.

I just watched my father pick up the toy wooden sword beside him and walk straight to us.

I watched him raise the sword and wield it. In just a moment, the wooden sword was firmly stabbed into A Niang's heart.

A sword piercing the heart is just like this...

At that moment, I even forgot to cry.

I saw my father pull out the wooden sword, then turn around and try to kill me as well.

If A-Ming had not appeared in time, I might have passed away with my mother when I was six years old.

This time, it was not only Amin who came back, but also a beautiful sister holding a long sword.

When he saw the scene inside, Amin ran to our side first.

He first called out "Mother", but when there was no response, he came over with his stiff body and pulled me up.

"Brother, come with me!"

After hearing the familiar voice, I finally regained some consciousness from the shock I had just experienced.

The mother beside me had already stopped breathing, but she still kept holding me in the same posture.

At this moment, I finally reacted.

I burst into tears and no matter how Amin pulled me, I remained unmoved.

"Mother, mother, wake up, don't scare Li'er, mother, Li'er is scared..."

I kept shaking A Niang's body, trying to wake her up.

But no matter how I called or shook her, my mother didn't respond at all.

I don't know when my hands were covered in blood, and everywhere I looked was red.

I was extremely scared, and at the same time I suddenly thought of my younger brother.

Now that my mother has been killed by my father, I can’t let Ming go through the same mistake again.

Thinking of this, I almost immediately stood up and grabbed my brother's hand.

"Ah Ming, let's go quickly, Dad will kill us..."

Rather than saying that I was holding my brother's hand and walking, it would be more accurate to say that my brother was pulling me all the way to a very far place.

Even though I was so tired that I couldn't breathe, I didn't stop to rest for a moment along the way.

All I know is that I can't let Amin be in danger because of me.