The old man with a white beard shook his head and said, "I'm not here to send you books. I've come to you. When you go to my house, there are many, many books scolding me for taking you to see them."

He took me away as if he were fooling an ignorant child, and my mother was pregnant again, so at this time, I had to go to lighten some burden on the family, otherwise, they would not let me go casually with others.

Because the family was very poor at that time, with my father's broken books, life would have been much better if I hadn't been a...