Roses in the Storm, Born Towards Death

[When I was five years old, my father used my mother to pay off the debt. That day, my mother's hairpin fell off. I picked it up secretly and held it in my hand until it hurt. Later, the pigs disappeared, and there came a stepmother who only smiled at me, and a drooling brother. The night my father died and the thatched house leaked, I hugged two "idiots" to keep warm. For the first time, I felt that the rain was salty. I swallowed the ridicule from my classmates along with the steamed buns I picked up, and devoted all my energy to studying. Until I got the college admission notice, until a well-dressed woman tremblingly pointed at the rusty hairpin and asked, "Child, where did you... Come from?" Destiny dealt me a bad hand, but I insisted on playing the king bomb.