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Don't know why? Why am I such a poor child? Perhaps, he is also a special child. I was an orphan. I had no father or mother since I was young, but I was much more pitiful than those ordinary orphans because my eyes were not the black of people from the Tang Dynasty, but deep red, and my hair was also silver-white. This meant that I was very lonely. The adults never let children play with me. They thought I was a weirdo and often called me a monster. I couldn't resist. Gradually, I got used to it. In the face of their ridicule, I just cried secretly and played alone. Even if I was just playing with clay figures, I could act very happy, but no one knew the pain in my heart. Although I am an orphan, I have a very good grandfather, who is the head of our village. He said that ten years ago, he picked me up on the East China Sea and brought me back. He and I depended on each other. Although people in the village often told him to abandon me, he always smiled lightly and was still very kind to me. He treated me like his own grandson, because I also affectionately called him grandpa. Grandpa often stroked my silver hair, looked into my red eyes, and sighed: "You shouldn't have come to this world. You are a loophole in the reincarnation of the three worlds, but you are also a destined person, hey." He would always sigh. At that time, I had no idea what this meant.