Xiao Xin's name was Gouzi until he was five years old. His brother, one year older than him, was called Gouzizi.
Dad is a tramp, uneducated, and uses cheap names to make a living. Xiao Xin doesn't care. He doesn't even have enough to eat, so who cares what others call him.
But the female teacher who brought them food every now and then said that the child should have a decent name when he gets older, so let's call him Xiao Xin. She then looked at the little dog with his head tilted up and looked expectant, and said, "Can you call me Xiao Cheng?" I wish you all your dreams will come true in the future.
But Dad didn't seem to like it very much, and he kept barking like a dog.
When Xiao Xin was eight years old, he suddenly gained a six-year-old brother. The younger brother was not his father's biological son, nor was his brother, nor was he.
Dad called his younger brother Xiaozizi, but his younger brother wrinkled his face and said he had a name, Lin Huaian.
Lin Huaian, Xiao Xin only thought it sounded good, but did not notice the sinister look in her father's eyes for a moment.
Dad didn't care much about Lin Huai'an, so this little brat clung to Xiao Xin and talked about his previous home every day.
Every time my dad hears this, he will frown and start smoking.
Until Xiao Xin got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and heard her dad talking on the phone.
Xiao Xin wanted to get closer out of curiosity. Their three poor bastards could only eat two buns a day. Where did Dad get his cell phone?
Before Xiao Xin could get closer, he heard a man's voice on his father's cell phone saying: "Old Shu, we can't keep these three. Let's go to the Northeast."
[The copy was published on October 19th]
Intention: Even if the world collapses, there will be someone who will love you firmly
