The reason why I wanted to write such a story originated from a netizen, or it can be said because of a reader. Due to the absence of his parents for many years and the lack of necessary family care and education, he has become an extremely suspicious person, who has no sense of trust in anyone, he has no friends, and lives alone in this world. However, the only thing that can be thankful for him is that he is richer than the average person.

I suddenly felt a deep sorrow, and my eyes penetrated his humble body, and I saw my hometown, the rolling hills, entwined into a big word "poor", like a snake that had lived hard for thousands of years, or like a duck with a short life, simply walking through the world, leaving no superfluous traces.

The duck's life is destined to be a tragedy, and humans will use violence – a sharp kitchen knife through its neck – to bring its life to a circular end.

They just want to be a good meal on the human table, and that's the fate of ducks.

A duck can change its life in limited quantities, for example, it can become a duck with a head through hard work, but it cannot change its destiny.

It's the same with people, fate is like a trap, a conspiracy, like a person who falls in mid-air, and even if you want to save it, you can't do anything about it - miracles don't happen to everyone.

So, tragedy struck in an orderly manner.

"It Died in a Deserted Village" Chapter 1 Introduction: A few words of nonsense written before are being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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