Text third perspective
When I was just born, based on the loud voices and the flash of gold and silverware that even a baby could see, I judged: I was born in a luxurious place, good! Very good! The happy life that belongs to me in this life is finally coming! Hahaha!
After a few days of not being happy, I realized that I seemed to have been abducted, hahaha, my rich second-generation life was gone.
I was thrown on the road, hahaha, you sold me after all, it doesn't matter if I'm lost, I don't want to die!
Fortunately, an old man picked it up, hahaha.
Alas, in troubled times, why do I have to be so good-looking? Kidnapped again.
"Oooh, grandpa, you finally came to save me..." I cried so hard that the old man died again within a few days.
"Brother, my parents are also dead. I will take you with me from now on," my neighbor's brother, who was suspected of having had a supernatural incident, said to me.
So, a 10-year-old boy and a 7-year-old boy started a game between the two of them? A career in the world.
Demining: Click here to take responsibility for yourself
Motto: Unlucky child