My name is Chen Mo.
In my third year of junior high school, I sent my biological father to the police station.
No success. He came out and beat me up that day.
He is dead.
Neighbors said he fell drunk. No one knows that I stood on the rooftop for three hours that night.
Later, someone asked me why I became a talkative person in Jiangnan in my early twenties.
I said: I have understood a truth since I was sixteen years old.
Life is a thing, if you don't take it from others, others will take it from you.
I am alive today because I figured this out ten years earlier than all my peers.
