Smoke Rose from My Ancestral Grave Four Times, and Each Time it Was Extinguished by My Mother's Palm
by Mu Qingge
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Smoke rose from my ancestral grave four times, and each time it was extinguished by my mother's palm. When I was ten years old, I took the college entrance examination and was one point shy of going to Qingbei. I cried and wanted to repeat my studies, but my mother thought the tuition was too expensive and slapped me back. When I was fourteen years old, my mother unceremoniously tore my graduate student offer from Harvard University into pieces before I could hold it back. The reason is that a girl runs so far away and there is no one to feed the pigs at home. When I was eighteen years old, I graduated with a Ph. D. And wanted to invest in artificial intelligence with the scholarship I had saved. The next day, my mother lost all one million at the poker table. Later, I finally won the International Mathematics Award, and my winning moment was broadcast live on the entire network, and I was crowned with the laurels. A reporter asked curiously, does a talented girl like me have any regrets in life? I looked at the mother in the audience who was showing off to the camera that she was a good godfather and was crazy about marrying me, and I smiled sweetly. "I regret not buying a pack of rat poison earlier and eating it."
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