Once upon a time, in the ancient land of Yang, two brothers—Yang Chu and Yang Pu—lived side by side. Their lives were intertwined, yet their perspectives diverged like the branches of a gnarled tree. One fateful day, Yang Pu stepped out into the world, clad in a light-coloured coat. The sun smiled upon him, and all seemed well. But as fate would have it, the heavens opened, and raindrops danced upon his shoulders. Yang Pu, practical and adaptable, shed his light coat and donned a dark one—a seamless transition from sun to storm. Returning home, he expected a warm welcome from his loyal companion—the family dog. But to his surprise, the dog met him with fierce barks, eyes filled with suspicion. Yang Pu’s anger flared. How could his faithful friend turn on him? Enter Yang Chu, the elder brother, wise and observant. He stepped in, calming the chaos. “Hold your hand,” he said to Yang Pu. “Would you strike this loyal creature?” Yang Pu hesitated, his anger waning. “But why?” he asked. Yang ...