Chaoyun, a little ginseng spirit, picked up an egg. After three hundred years, the egg broke out of its shell and a grass grew. After another two hundred years, the grass transformed into a five-year-old boy in blue. The first words he said to Chaoyun were: "Mother." Chaoyun asked himself that he had lived for a thousand years without talking about children, and not even a good peach blossom had bloomed. He said: "Mother." The girl who called Chaoyun was heartbroken. But since we picked up the baby by ourselves, we have to shoulder some responsibilities, but how can we include ourselves in this burden?