It is said that when I was born, my father cried at the top of his voice for a month and a half. He doesn't believe that I inherited my child from his chromosome. Later, in order to prove her innocence, my mother took my father to the hospital for paternity test. The doctor lifted the quilt, only looked at it and cried. He wiped his nose and said, "Go home. This is not your son's, anyone's, and it is impossible for human beings to have such a handsome child. .........., a student nurse, came over and immediately found a box of red inkpad, printed my fingerprints, spread out the hair at once and murmured to me. . . . . I was afraid to go to school when I was fifteen. I haven't been to kindergarten for a long time. The children, teachers and dean in the whole park are crazy, and my face is swollen into watermelon by the little girl's kiss. The CCTV focus talk show group came to interview me, and the beautiful woman who resisted the camera fainted three times. The little girl in charge of taking notes wrote Chinese in Italian and Spanish. The United Nations allocated special funds to build a hiding place for me, located at the top of Mount Everest in the Himalayas. I like real cleanliness. The blue sky is close to me, and God is within reach. Although it is clean, it is also very boring. I stood at the peak and shouted: I am not handsome! Suddenly, the voice of God came from the sky: No, you are lying.