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I don't have many stories, but when I tell them, I can tell them for a long time. You might as well come and take a look at my interesting childhood.

Long Jiaojiao was born in a rural area. Her mother died unexpectedly after giving birth to her. Her grandparents were old and wan and died of illness one after another. Her father died in a car accident when she was 8 years old. In her dream, she saw extraordinary people and events, and the memories left behind were, after all, the coming of gods, memories of pain and beauty that could not be taken away in the mortal world. . . . . . .