What's Wrong with Me Knowing a Little Magic?

I'm Jiang Yan, am I in my teens? An ordinary "weirdo" who knows some weird but useful magic. In my memory, there is a virtual but indescribable memory that makes it difficult for me to distinguish between reality and fiction. Just when I thought I would live in such a muddleheaded way, a person appeared... And grabbed me. It was a very dark and overcast day, and I was crawling in the darkness in a corner. At that time, I had a headache. It was so painful that I wanted to catch a few monsters to vent my anger. A hand that was as dry as a chicken's claw held my left hand that was smashing against the wall. His voice was choked with sobs: "Bao'er, is it you? You are Bao'er! Mom finally found you, woo woo woo..." I was confused: "?" The family whose wall was smashed was too angry to say anything when they saw me smashing the wall. Now they were confused when they heard this: "? The crazy madman has a father and mother?" …