I have two cats, one named Walnut and one named Chestnut. The two cats are adopted. They are not clingy, do not like people to hold them, and do not like people to touch them. The only time I feel like I'm the master is when I'm putting out food and shoveling shit. The original owner told me many times that because I was fostered in a multi-cat family before, it might take a long time to accept me. Now it seems that, half a year later, at least he has accepted me as a qualified poop scooper. My parents have always complained to me that it is not good to raise cats. They even raise two cats at the same time. People do not raise cats well, so they raise cats. . . . I never argue about this, because I understand my parents very well. It has been six years since they came to city Z. They have no house, no car, no savings, nothing. It's a time when I should be saving money, but I'm busy doing things that seem meaningless. But when I come back from get off work every day and sit on the sofa and look at my two little ones, I understand very well that only they can understand the loneliness I've felt in this city for six years.
Purpose: I hope that this book can help young people who have just emerged from society or have not yet emerged from society to provide suggestions for their future plans.