"Did we win?" I asked.
He nodded proudly, "Of course. The two of us made about five or six of my brother's peers run for cover—impressive, right? I felt so proud then! Do you know why they wanted to cause trouble? Just because I was only five years old then, but I played the piano better than any of them, so they wanted to break my fingers to stop me from playing."
"Was it that horrible?" I could hardly believe this was the behavior of children.
Lin Zexiu nodded, "Hard to imagine, right? The environment we brothers grew up in was very dangerous, not the pampered life of young masters. But that time, my brother's head got injured, and he still has a scar on his head to this day, so the hair there doesn't grow well. If you pay close attention, you'll notice the hair above his forehead has one strand that curls differently from the rest."