Around seven thirty in the morning.
The sky had finally begun to lighten.
Old Lady Wang had already fed the kids breakfast.
The oldest orphan stayed home to look after his younger siblings, while Old Lady Wang went out to farm.
Liu Hanyan also started her livestream.
Luofeng didn't join the stream.
He only watched quietly, sighing over how fickle fate was.
Luofeng thought of a lyric: fate is full of twists, obsession fades into calm, waving goodbye to youth, endless train stations, you are A Diao, you are a bird of freedom.
Everyone's being a human for the first time, yet the gap is huge—some are born with a golden key in their mouths, while others work hard their whole lives, never enjoy anything, and by the time they realize it they're already old and grey.
Compared to that, is it really that tragic to work all your life and still not afford a house?
An old lady who's struggled her entire life, and is still living in a tiny broken house in the village?
