What I love most depends on what my neighbor, my deskmate, and the other children I know love.

I would grab whatever he loved. Even if he grabbed a broken card, I would lie on the floor and play with it for a long time, listening to him cry while playing.

The following plot is:

He went home to find his mother.

His mother came to find my father.

My father beat me, scolding me as he beat me: If you try to steal other people’s things, I’ll beat you to death. Look, you have no place to stand in this house...it’s shit in other people’s hands. They all smell good, right? If you don’t clean up the things in this house for me today, I won’t want you anymore. I’ve made an agreement with your uncle to send you to school in your hometown in Gansu, where you’ll eat cold (salty) leeks every day. Big pie...

Yes, I was a naughty kid when I was a child. I was hated by everyone and worried by ghosts.

I have never owned dolls or Barbies in my memory. They were usually big swords (really big swords), golden hoops, and sky axes. I was obsessed with the 50 cents at the school gate. Lucky draw, burning ants with a magnifying glass... etc. It seems like there really is a favorite.

I love guns, but they shoot yellow bullets and it hurts a lot when they hit me. I have bought many of them. The most expensive ones cost tens of yuan and come with a pack of bullets. I once thought this thing could really work. Playing mahjong, after school every day, practicing marksmanship hard in the yard, learning from TV series, placing a few beer bottles and so on... Later, after practicing hard, I was reported by the security guard in the yard. As usual, my father took me back and beat me up, and confiscated all my guns and ammunition...

Just like that.