When we were one year old, we didn't know how to speak, so we were kept in a small cradle all day long, looking into each other's eyes and making fun of each other.
When we are two years old, we still don't know how to adapt to this new world and new identity, so we often do some amazing things. Become a great person.
When we were three years old, my mother was exhausted mentally and physically and threw us into the nursery early. Of course we went to the wrong public toilet.
When we were four years old, the young female teacher would see suspicious and unknown liquid dripping from the corners of our mouths, and her eyes would light up so brightly that it would make people panic.
When I was five years old, Mo Ye was poisoned by accidental ingestion. I stood in front of the transparent glass in the intensive care room and cried so hard that my eyes almost fell out.
When she was six years old, my mother was finally stimulated. After drinking three glasses of vodka, she ran to the hospital to check whether she had cataracts.
At seven years old, yes, we are still here and the absurdity continues…