When I was seven, my mother said I had stolen her money, and I became a notorious thief in the village. Later, in order to get fifty yuan, I went to pick up rags and exchange them for money. Unexpectedly, he bumped into a rusty bicycle frame and died of tetanus. After I died, my mother regretted it. She knocked on the door door to door and told her neighbors: "Nan Nan is not a thief."
