After the Divorce, I Took Seven Kids with Me to Fight Back in Life

On the day of his divorce, Lin Chuan dragged his suitcase and his six-year-old daughter into a rental house in an urban village with a monthly rent of 800 yuan. On the first night, there was a kid in blue squatting in front of the refrigerator in the kitchen. He was rummaging through the refrigerator and crying: "Uncle, do you have a mother?" Lin Chuan thought it was an accident. The next day, a boy in a ragged school uniform came out from the balcony and said to his laptop: "Your plan is too far-fetched." On the third day, a little girl in a rose-red lace dress chased Duoduo with his razor: "Uncle's beard is not good-looking, I will shave it for him!" The fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day... Lin Chuan learned to leave the balcony door open, pay double the price for groceries, and go out and glance at the sofa - counting the heads. He changed from the creative director of an advertising company to a full-time gunman, from suits to wearing silver hairpins on his sleeves, from "no matter how poor you are, you can't afford breakfast" to "I'll make braised pork for you the day after tomorrow." He thought he was sheltering a bunch of homeless brats. Later it was discovered that they were also taking him in. "Uncle, do you have a mother?" "No." "Then I won't leave either."