During the Mid-Autumn Festival, I returned from working abroad and was shocked to find that my parents had been driven out of the villa by my younger brother, living for years in an abandoned pigsty. This villa was originally the retirement home I funded and built for my parents. After getting married, my brother listened to his wife's instigation, seized the property, and mistreated our parents. I broke ties with my brother's family, and when negotiations failed, I directly bulldozed the villa. After a confrontation at the police station, my brother had nothing to say in the face of evidence. Losing the property led to the breakdown of his marriage; after tasting the hardships of the human world, he sincerely repented and worked desperately to earn money to atone for his sins. Years later, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the family finally sat together at the same table, and the shattered family ties welcomed a long-overdue reconciliation.