My mother picked up a statue of the god and came back. When I saw it, I tried my best to dissuade her from throwing it away. My mother had no choice but to throw the statue into the trash can in the community. Unexpectedly, the neighbor picked up the statue that night and took it home to worship. From that day on, the luck of the neighbor's family got better and better, but our family had bad luck. When my mother found out, she held a grudge and wanted to take advantage of my sleep. He threw me into the river. I woke up and asked my brother for help, but he kicked me. Finally, I suffocated to death. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day my mother picked up the statue. I looked at her love for the statue and smiled. This time I no longer stopped, because I knew that none of them could escape.
