Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Some things shouldn't be forced. I gave a wry smile, shook my head, and decisively turned to leave.
When I got home, neither my dad nor the others were there. They were probably out playing mahjong again.
I drew the Yuyao Sword and practiced my swordsmanship alone in the courtyard. Lately, I had grown increasingly fond of this feeling. As the saying goes, every boy has a martial arts dream, and I was no exception.
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