Sober Person

Today is another day when I was scolded by my father and second brother. I don't know if my mother, who is in heaven, felt helpless when she saw them bullying me like this, or she wanted to put me back into my mother's womb. In fact, she didn't even think about it. I am not as wise and elegant as my elder brother, and I am not as funny and foxy as my second brother. I am just an ordinary rich second generation. It's normal for them to bully you, but I don't think about it because I can enjoy the shade under a big tree. After all, there is still a certain distance between people and geniuses. These distances cannot be bridged by ordinary people. Of course, if you are rich, the distance between you can be slightly bridged, but the distance between geniuses and ordinary people is still not easy to bridge. So I can only be an ordinary rich second generation. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.