When I was a child, I asked my mother: "Mom, am I really ordinary?" The name you gave me "Anonymous" also means very ordinary. "My mother held a cigarette in her mouth, looked at me coldly, and then kicked me hard. I rolled around on the ground twice holding my head, and looked up to see her pale face full of tears. She trembled her lips and said something to me that still chills me to this day. "You are not ordinary, you are unfortunate. "