When I was ten years old, my mother died unexpectedly.,That same year, at the end of the year, one night, I vaguely remember being hit once. In a daze, someone injected my arm with something. Soon after, my breathing became extremely difficult, and eventually I was thrown into a dumpster.,In Hangzhou, during the days he relied on his uncle, he met a neighbor kid. He was a kind and generous child, willing to share snacks with him and toys, unlike other kids who mocked him for being a wild child.。