——Where did this child come from?
——Picked it up at the door, he threw my milk.
——I only know a little girl selling matches, and now a little boy comes out and throws a baby bottle?
Xiao Chun never thought that delivering milk would turn him into Xiao Xiao; he also never thought that he would step into the weird circle of entertainment. At first, he thought it was money, fame and wealth that moved him; in the end, he realized that stepping into this world of life and death was only due to the band-aid and the pair of leather gloves at the beginning...
——Uncle, if you love me, I only have you...
——Liang Shiwei, people like me were born wrong, but even in death, I seem to be sorry for everyone...
Intention: Since you can't choose your birth, can you choose how to live?
