The Boy Who Ran Away from Home Was Called Kaige

Many years later, I still recall that distant afternoon when my parents took me and my sister to see monsters. At that time, when I was seven years old, I asked my twelve-year-old sister: How are demons classified? My sister actually didn't know, but she pretended to understand for the sake of face: Those who are good-looking are called goblins, and those who are ugly are called monsters. I stared at the goblin in front of me. The numbness and despair in its eyes occupied the deep pool. This is the first time I have experienced the contempt of advanced intelligent life forms for intelligent life forms below them. It is not equal communication, nor unfair treatment, nor is it an object to be played with at will. It just lists you, like a roadside lamp, a food packaging bag, or a ticket.