I have been looking for a way to stay lazy. After searching for a long time, I finally found it, which is to die. But no one told me that I can be reincarnated with my memories after death? The first time, I was reincarnated as a little girl in the mountains. I cut grass to feed pigs and carry water for cooking every day. I was so tired that I fell asleep and my laziness was crushed by the livelihood. The second time I was reborn in a farmer's house, where I planted rice seedlings and rubbed hemp at night without stopping. My hands and feet kept resting. The third time I was an orphan in a small town, picking up scraps for food and clothing. No... After the 22nd time, as soon as I was born, I heard the scent of old money from my grandma who smelled of Bvlgari perfume. My limbs were wrapped in soft velvet swaddling clothes. A warm floor lamp spread across the crib. The confinement nurse was gently changing diapers. The nanny was simmering bird's nest porridge in the kitchen. Even if I cried, someone would immediately lean over to coax me. Finally, I no longer have to run for survival. I curled up in my swaddling clothes with my eyes closed, not even bothering to open my eyes and look around. These are the days when I am extremely lazy. I don't have to do anything or worry. I have been properly provided for since I was born. Year after year, I just lie down in a daze and bask in the sun, making up for all the laziness I lacked in the previous twenty-one times.
