My friends decided to marry me. Probably jealous of the independent life of a single man. With all my neglect, there were many acquaintances, but one thing I remembered. A cute girl without a higher education with a longing for a good life and three children from different men. We sit down, drink coffee, I try to quietly jump off after the above, thinking about how to get better off the sweaters. Then she said, “I hope you don’t have children. I will not accept other people’s children.” When I noticed that her children were foreign to me, she called me a pig and left, leaving my account and freedom.