"Look, I'm a good man." My brother and I had a tacit understanding when we heard the bastard say he was a "good man": "Shut up! You're still a good man! "You can't bully people like that." He came again, and I really wanted to cut him with a watermelon knife, the kind of two-foot watermelon knife that the uncle of Tongluowen Fruit Shop wiped repeatedly in the sun every day. Pei Qihan, you speak...