His father has warned him since he was a child that it is easy to be a good person, but he must not be a good person...
Until today, he finally realized that a good person really cannot be a good person. On a whim, he took in a "cat". From then on, he was in constant trouble. He could not throw it away or get rid of it. Not only did it always like to rub on him, it caused him to break out in rashes, and it also acted more and more excessively...
I can't help but think of my father's famous saying, once you become a good person, your life will be ruined, and you will only be bullied in the future...