I am the darling of fate, the lucky one to this day. No one thought that a man like me, who was supposed to live in a poor family, had neither a beautiful appearance, nor a noble mind, nor a heart to pursue progress, but fate always made people laugh and cry. Let me this originally to avoid crying people issued a brilliant smile, issued a loud laughter. A couple, because they had lost the precious fertility that God had given them, and so, miraculously, I was raised by them from my home. I remember when I left, I was supposed to be two to three years old, and I already had a memory. No one wants to leave their own family, no one wants to leave their own comfort zone, even if in the future to do all the splendor of the world, to eat all the food of the world, to taste all the respect they deserve. You don't want me to do the same, but when I left my house, I was crying, noisy, fighting, unwilling to leave my parents. But my parents pushed me towards that couple, my current parents.
I'm a cold-blooded (translation of original works.）
My father is a man who died in 2016, he is a senior obstetrician, a scholar, an elegant scholar, and a man of pursuit. My mother was a primary school teacher. she was strict with herself, more harsh on others. she was hegemonic, like the United States. She always likes to calculate others, always think too much about herself, and ignore the feelings of others. she always puts herself above others, always thinks about what she gets, and what others give her. At that time, in the 1970s and 1980s, few people had a steady income. But my mother was a person with a steady income, even though she later became arrogant, a person who was thinking about honor, aloof, unreasonable and selfish. I live in a family like this, from the age of two to the age of 45. I seldom take on my due responsibility, because my parents have taken on all the responsibilities for me. Like a towering tree, all I have to do is stay under it and don't worry about any wind, rain or oppression from the outside world. But I also have my own sorrow, that is, I continue to grow up, can think independently of the daughter and my rebellious son. Still in private high school, I couldn't afford the high tuition, and I had to swallow my anger and work like a walking corpse in a hospital that had been working for more than 20 years, repeating the rough work every day. The Chinese say, "those who are near Zhu are red, and those who are near ink are black." Indeed, my parents' character deeply affected me.
I'm a cold-blooded (translation of original works.）
It is almost difficult for me to communicate with my father because he always says something brave, wise, noble, elegant. And I only finished junior high school, as a few years of soldiers, so vulgar, despicable, unreasonable, no mind, and lack of reason. Because of my parents' genes, or because of the environment in which I grew up, I became arrogant, snobbish, greedy ,selfish，and cold. This is what I want to show the world who I really am, like my mother, I am always thinking about who can bring me wealth, who can bring me respect, I will be close to who. Whoever keeps me away from glory, who makes me poor, who makes me lose my dignity, I stay away from. A lot of people don't understand why I'm like this, but I think it's nature's amazing pen. Human nature is to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, am I wrong?
I'm a cold-blooded (translation of original works.）
I always hide behind others, my sister's husband is the head of a branch of the Public Security Bureau, in charge of criminal investigation cases, hands have rights, but also glory. When my father died in 2016, he just got $150000 back for the funeral. Because there are people in front of me to resist, someone to shield me from the wind and rain, so all I have to do is cry and cry. But I don't know how, on the night of my father's death, when I was reading the memorial, I couldn't finish reading what was written on the paper, and I just burst into tears. I do not know whether it is camouflage or my own inner nostalgia, I think of my lovely father, I am full of wisdom, life full of honor father to a place I can not go, I feel sad, sad?
I'm a cold-blooded (translation of original works.）
It can be said that, as I have just said, I am not related to my parents in any way. But the reason I said I was lucky was that I inherited everything my parents had given me. I had two houses and a house in the countryside. My daughter's money for school and my son's money for junior and high school were inherited by my father on his deathbed, giving me about 1.2 million. I don't know why my father gave me so much money. I was neither a proud nor a submissive man, perhaps out of helplessness and pity for me, and he used the money to support my children.
I'm a cold-blooded (translation of original works.）
In my eyes, I despise those who are poorer than me. People who come to borrow money from me, such as my mother's sister, there are five people in their family. My uncle was a humble carpenter, and every time their family made a big move, such as building a house, the child always asked my mother to borrow a lot of money. So when I see them, I always look at each other coldly, contemptuous eyes flow out of my heart, out of my eyes. I always stay away from them, and whenever they ask me for help, I always say no. Because I hate poverty, because my uncle and family are extremely humble people! I hate people who borrow money from me, I hate people who make me poor, I hate people who make me lose my honor! These people will never keep it in my eyes. there is no mercy for the poor!
I'm a cold-blooded (translation of original works.）
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