When I called back, I often heard my parents talk about a child from the house next door, saying how well-behaved and smart he was.
I didn't care that this child existed. God knows why I didn't know anything about him. So the person next door is just a wrong attributive before his name, and it's just an inaccurate definition of him by his parents.
As for how well-behaved and smart he is, I have no interest in knowing. Aren't I such a boring person in the eyes of others?
Why bother looking for similar people.
So whether it was "He is number one in the class" or "He is naughty but sensible and very polite", I ignored all these compliments.
Obviously I am thousands of miles away from home, but having a child to make my parents happy for me not only saves me the fatigue, but also saves my parents the pain.
My parents seem to be very familiar with this child.
But despite this, I still deliberately left out all the information about him.
If it is destined, I should not pretend to be someone else, and I will meet him for a while.
First person
Intention: persistence and giving up