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Let me tell you a story:

One day, the mother made a table of dishes, and at the begging of her son, she finally picked up a piece of meat, but it fell on the ground, and the son said that he would not eat it, but she still picked it up and said that it could still be eaten after washing.

The son didn't understand why he was so angry at the time, and he later realized that he was angry because he didn't give his mother the ability to live without picking up the fallen meat, washing and eating it.

It has nothing to do with thrift and thrift, he just thinks that he can make the person who has raised him for many years live a more chic or more "luxurious" life.

He was angry with himself.

Her mother always said that her son was her pride, and a person with only a primary school education level cultivated a college student, but she wanted to tell her that she was not as good as she thought.

What he feared most was to suddenly look back and find that his mother was old, and that he had not grown enough to reassure her.

She'll worry about you, she'll nag you, she'll start repeating what has already been said over and over again, she'll doze off often, she won't be able to stay up late, and she'll lean on the head of the bed at eight o'clock and snore softly.

So

He was hungry for money, so he didn't write "Handwriting" and went to write this book instead.

So

He craves everyone's attention, longs for collections and reviews.

A bit of a lot

I'm sorry!