My name is A Li. I heard that this unlucky name was chosen by my mother herself and has been called by others for hundreds of years. Fortunately, when my mother appeared again, she named me Tuanzi. I disagreed with my mother's suggestion that she called me Tuanzi because I was round and round like a glutinous rice dumpling at that time. I thought that this was destiny, and it must indicate that my father, mother, and A Li would be reunited. Otherwise, even if my mother had an eye disease at the time, she would never have regarded me as a dumpling, who had just begun to take shape as a handsome and handsome man.
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