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I still remember that night when I knocked on my brother's door, feeling a bit nervous. His wife wasn't home, and I was there to see him. But then my brother suddenly came back, and I got nervous and hid in the closet. The world inside the closet was dark and narrow, and I could only hear my brother's voice. He was talking to someone, but I didn't know who. I held my breath and listened carefully. It turned out it was his friend who had come to visit, and after they chatted for a while, my brother sent his friend away. I felt like a thief hiding in the closet. My brother came back into the room and started tidying up. I heard him rummaging through his clothes, apparently looking for something. I thought to myself, he won't find me, will he? My brother suddenly stopped what he was doing and seemed to sense that something was off. He walked over to the closet and slowly opened the door. I looked at him tensely, and his eyes sparkled in the darkness. I knew I had been discovered. My brother didn't get angry, but instead, he smiled and asked, 'What are you doing in here?' I turned red and replied awkwardly, 'I... I needed to talk to you.' My brother nodded and invited me out, and we sat down to chat.