I grabbed whatever he loved, and I grabbed a broken card. I can play on the ground for a long time and listen to him cry while playing.

The following story is:

He went home to find his mother.

His mother came to see my father.

My dad hit me, scolding me at the same time: I will kill you if you rob others again. Look around, there is no wasted space in your house ... does someone else's shit smell good? If you don't clean up your things at home today, I won't want you. Your uncle and I have an agreement to send you back to your hometown in Gansu and eat cold (salted) leeks and cakes every day. ...

Yes, I was Xiong Haizi when I was a child, and everyone hated me.

There are never dolls, Barbie dolls and the like in my memory. Generally, they are big swords (really big swords), golden hoops, axe openers, infatuation with a 50-point lottery ticket at the school gate, and burning ants with a magnifying glass. ...

Wait, it seems that there is really a favorite.

I love guns, but shooting yellow bullets hurts me. I bought a lot, the most expensive dozens of pieces, and gave them a pack of bullets. I used to think that this thing can really shoot sparrows. I practice marksmanship in the yard after school every day, learn TV dramas, and put a few beer bottles. ...

Later, I worked hard and was reported by the security uncle in the yard. My dad took me back and beat me up as usual and confiscated all my guns and ammunition. ...

Only sauce.