No two leaves in the world are the same.

No two people are exactly alike.

Gu Changge is Gu Changge.

And I, Gu Huaiwei, am just myself.

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I have always known that I am not a girl with a very likable personality.

A likable little girl should be sunny and innocent.

At the beginning, I was like a starving wild dog. There was no innocent light in my eyes, only intention and desire.

My sister and I have the same face, and it is my honor.

But there is too much sharp ambition hidden in my eyes, which makes people feel dazzling and aggressive.

Too sharp and difficult to get along with.

So no one wants to approach me.

When I was young, I was bullied and I always felt like I had to risk my life.

Even if he was beaten to death, he would still bite off a piece of flesh from the other person's arm.

I am not afraid of death.

Others say that I am a little crazy.

When grabbing food, I can grab two servings by myself.

I am small and weak, but I am quick and have a sharp eye.

After grabbing it, he put it in his arms and hid under the table.

A group of children in the orphanage surrounded me and tried to drag me out, but they couldn't catch me.

They say I'm like a cunning live loach.

I'm quite happy.

I don't think that's an insult, it's a compliment.

Praise me for my ability and agility.

Whatever I snatched, I would get a share, and my sister would get a share.

My sister is the most gentle person in the world.

She was like a flower growing in barren soil, so beautiful that it seemed unreal. Even the rude caregivers and indifferent teachers in the orphanage were particularly kind to her.

I'm different, I'm covered in thorns.

Disgusting.

When uncles and aunts came to pick up children, I squeezed forward with all my might, pushing others aside, with a smile on my face, and said to every adult, "I'm very good, please look at me."

Of course I know that doing this is depriving others of opportunities.

But I can't help it.

The living resources in the orphanage are scarce. If you don't fight for them, you will really have nothing.

All the children in the orphanage want to live a good life.

But not everyone can live a good life.

Every bite of food I eat more than others is snatched away.

When the granaries are full, people know etiquette; when they have enough food and clothing, they know honor and disgrace.

People who don’t have enough food to eat don’t care about morality.

I tried my best to promote myself and tried every way to attract their attention, just hoping that a respectable uncle or aunt would help me and my sister.

I imagined them nodding to the dean, then taking us by the hand and leading us to a warm home, allowing us to call them mom and dad.

But fantasy is just fantasy after all.

But I thought too much about it.

I am thin and small, with a fierce look in my eyes.

I don't have the innocence of a child, nor do I have big, innocent, watery eyes. All I have is the urgency of desperately trying to escape my current life of poverty. I stretch out my hand to climb up, but because my intention is too obvious, I can't catch anything.

At that time, I was too young and didn’t know how to hide myself.

It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul.

My sister is different from me. She has a warm heart and is more likable than me.

There are many uncles and aunts who want to adopt my sister.

It was only then that I realized that all my fighting and scrambling didn't get me anywhere, and instead I was holding my sister back.

I told my sister that she should go with those uncles and aunts by herself, so that she would have new parents.

But my sister was unwilling to give up on me.

My sister is a person who appears gentle on the outside but is very tough on the inside.

She told the dean directly that if anyone wanted to adopt her, they had to take me with them, otherwise she would not agree.

What a burden it is to adopt two children.

The result, of course, was that no one was willing to adopt my sister.

My sister and I grew up in an orphanage.

In the middle of the incident, there was a bad guy who wanted to bully my sister, and my sister and I worked together to send him to jail.

Bad guys like that should spend the rest of their lives in jail.

But in order to continue my studies after leaving the orphanage, I chose to sign a letter of understanding and take the compensation.

My sister and I left the orphanage after receiving the money.

In fact, life became better after leaving the orphanage.

My sister and I studied hard, rented the cheapest house, calculated how to spend every penny of the compensation, and worked odd jobs in addition to our studies, so we completed junior high and high school.

It was during this time that I learned to fake a smile at people.

I learned to say nice things to the old lady selling vegetables in the market, and then she would charge me a few cents less.

I learned how to please the supermarket manager's nephew and get first-hand information about supermarket discounts.

I don't take it seriously.

I am kind to people only for profit.

Life is going smoothly and you are taken care of everywhere.

Those were good days.

After finishing high school, we went to a big city to attend college.

But the old landlady hopes that we can stay and help her with her old age.

She also revealed that if we were willing to stay, she could leave the house to us after her death.

But it's just a small city.

It cannot support my sister and I’s ambition to move up.

We are going to experience the prosperity of a big city.

There will be new opportunities there.

The landlady was very angry, but she couldn't stop my sister and me from leaving.

This is the fork in the road of life.

Over the next ten years, I thought about this day countless times.

If I had chosen to stay with my sister and look after the old house of the landlady, could I have been together peacefully before I got sick and died?

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