"Straw is really soft, much more comfortable than being buried in the ground." Zhao Cheng'an said cheerfully, "I wish every day could be as good as this."
Xia Sheng was speechless, looked deeply at Zhao Cheng'an and asked, "Do you really not have a name?"
"No." Zhao Cheng'an replied firmly, "Names are important, especially the first time you get one, you have to be careful."
Xia Sheng: "Do you really have a problem with your brain?"
"Hey, why do you talk so harshly?"
Xia Sheng fell silent.
Seeing Xia Sheng silent, Zhao Cheng'an was unhappy again. Lying on the straw with a face full of envy, he said, "I really envy you for having such a good master. I think I'm not bad either, why won't a master buy me? I can even work for free!"
"Is it just because I can't do arithmetic or read?"
"If I could have such good days every day and steal a little on the side, I wouldn't even mind dying a little early."
Xia Sheng: ...
