Half a Life of Being Deceived

In 1999, I was born in Xishantou Village, Hanzhou. When I am conscious, I have no fixed abode. My mother is like an NPC who only comes back during holidays, cleans the dusty home, puts the latest electronic devices into my hands, and then has a big fight with my father and disappears. I chased him to the entrance of the village and cried until I fainted. Grandpa followed behind and silently hugged me back. I don't want to be told that I don't have a mother, so I just say, "My mother is a fairy and has gone to a beautiful place." This is my first time cheating. Later, my mother taught me to fake crying. Later I learned to pass "montages" of messages between parents and get paid twice. Later I discovered that my life was a designed scam. Love in college is a transaction, they came for my certificate and scholarship. My sister bought a house for me - the phone call was a "notification", not a discussion. When I was 27 years old, I pressed my head into the washbasin and counted until I woke up before suffocating. "I didn't die this time. Forget it, let's continue next time." Then I met Ruan Ruan. She slapped me. "Does your grandfather want to see you with such virtue?" This sentence broke through all the defenses I had held for 27 years. My name is Lin Qiang. This is the story of a man who grew up out of a scam and spent 27 years digging himself out of the script. This book is not a novel. This is the autopsy report of the first half of my life.