The memories before I was seven years old seemed to have been wiped from my mind, and there was only a blank blank in my recollection.
The master comforted me and said that he once thought I was mentally retarded, but now that I can talk, walk and cook, it is no longer easy, so there is no need to worry about such trivial matters anymore. After finishing speaking, he smiled happily.
I thought I would stay in the valley with my master, but one day he left.
If I knew that so many incredible and heart-breaking things would happen in the future, would it be that I was lucky to have never met him?