The hazy memories flooded in; it was in the bunker.
"Chaohua blooms with praises, Xishu grows up a fool." The children sang, the lyrics describing the Wen Family brothers.
Unlike An Youxuan and An Jincheng, Wen Chaohua and Wen Xishu seemed to belong to different worlds.
Jincheng was naturally more talented than Youxuan, but the gap between the brothers was not unbridgeable.
It was different for Wen Chaohua and Wen Xishu.
Chaohua was the leader among flowers, Xishu was the rotten wood among trees. These words highlighted Wen Chaohua's extraordinary talents and Wen Xishu's foolishness.
A foolish younger brother and a genius older brother; their futures were not meant to overlap much.
But Wen Xishu found that in these suddenly overwhelming memories, the foolish younger brother was almost never alone.
"Brother, what do they mean by blooming flowers and fools?"
