"My fighting father is my comrade in arms. He died on the battlefield to save me. He used his own life to get my life back. I owe it to him. It's not clear in my whole life. Later, I heard that his mother died. The fighting was sent by relatives. I sent people to look around and finally found the fighting in an orphanage.

at that time, he was just over two years old, but he had already transferred his hand to several families. He was abandoned again and again because he didn't speak. At last, no one wanted him, so he had to be sent to the orphanage....