After more than 20 years of life, I was defined as a "scumbag" by my friends for the first time. I looked confused. I thought that even if I was not a good savior, I would still be a good young man who would give up his seat to the elderly, weak, sick, disabled and pregnant. I was afraid of the dark, ghosts and people, but I didn't expect that I was a scumbag? Suspicious of life, I squatted in the corner and thought for a long time. It seemed, seemingly, that I had really done one or two things that did not fit the image of a good young man? He counted them on his fingers again and touched his flat nose guiltily. Maybe two or three? PS: It's daily life, it's daily life, no cheats, no good looks, a bit bloody, memory-oriented, long timeline, limited writing power, just for my own entertainment, technical discussions are welcome. I hope I can win a knowing smile from all the readers. If not, then goodbye. Well, that's it.