An Ercheng asked to borrow money, An Sancheng blurted out a "no," and Uncle An briskly tried to send them off. An Ercheng couldn't accept it.
"Younger Brother, Eldest Brother, do you still consider me your brother?"
An Ercheng was getting emotional, his eyes filled with hurt as he looked at Uncle An and An Sancheng.
Uncle An and An Sancheng exchanged a look, and Uncle An spoke. "Second Brother, we are brothers. We made things very clear last New Year."
"You're always thinking about what you can get, never about what you can give. How can you expect all the good things in the world to fall into your lap?"
"We have feelings, too. Why can't you ever show a little consideration?"
This was the first time Uncle An hadn't spoken so forcefully; instead, he was playing the sympathy card.
An Ercheng hung his head at the words. He truly didn't mean to be like that.
