The old man chewed mutton, drank wine, looked up to the sky and sighed long, looking a little lonely.

I am also infinitely lonely, people will have a lot of experiences, happy, unpleasant, sad, desperate, and some experiences have left scars in our hearts, which will affect our preferences for people, things, and things, and these scars will also become our memories.

However, my memory of my family is equal to zero, and all I have left for me is that blurry photograph with two blurry shadows on it.

Most people can share the experiences left by their ancestors, share these experiences, and benefit from them, which is also the inheritance, the inheritance of knowledge and life experience, which has been passed down from generation to generation, but I am an alternative who grew up in an orphanage.

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