A Lane of Su Tong

When I was a child, I had a fever that made me dull and slow to react. I was regarded as a fool by my biological parents and abandoned in a dilapidated old house. Grandma Su, who was blind in one eye, picked me up, named me Su Tong, and gave me a home. She raised me by selling red bean buns. I thought that I would have nothing to do with so-called blood relatives for the rest of my life. It wasn't until many years later that they drove over to find me and wanted to take me home on the grounds of my bloodline. After briefly stepping into the so-called native family, all that awaited me was suspicion, cold treatment and public slander. After a lot of tugging, I slowly understood... Blood relationship is never the only evidence of family. Companionship, mutual tolerance and accommodation are also another kind of family. I don't have to force myself to please anyone, I don't have to prove to anyone whether I'm smart or not, and I can have my own warmth and home.