Originally, my life was going to end in the winter of 1990. When my biological father was digging the hole, a fortune teller passed by. When he saw me in the grass, he let out a weak cry. After stroking his short beard, the god said, "You are destined to have no children. You will send your daughter away, but you will be able to give birth to a child." Rural people respect ghosts and gods very much. The biological father was puzzled and said, "What are you talking about, sir? I, a rude person, can't understand."
