People seem to be divided into camps as soon as they are born. They do not interfere with each other but judge each other. Compared to Shitou'er's outstanding handsomeness, the bigger part is people like Ke Ladan'er, who although they can't really yearn for it, yet tremble in the face of the high wall of the first camp. I feel so high and far out of reach, as if some people are born with their own attributes, and when they give birth in October, they will walk out holding the first place certificate. Once, he asked his mother what he was like when he was born. His mother was stunned for a moment and said, "I am holding a big piece of dirt in my arms!" The look on his face was dejected, which further strengthened his belief that his birth was his destiny.
Concept: Fantasy is reality