I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality

A child just over ten years old, inexperienced in worldly matters, now stimulated, couldn’t respond fluently.

"I don’t remember, I don’t remember anything."

Ling Yangzi couldn’t answer anything, leaving the authorities helpless; in the end, this case was classified as an unsolved case.

The neighbors, seeing that Ling Yangzi was still young and pitiful, worked together to help arrange the child’s parents’ funeral.

Uncle Shan from across the street, who was kind-hearted, said to Ling Yangzi, "Child, from today onwards, you are on your own. You must learn to take care of yourself. Of course, your neighbors will also be watching you grow up, and if you encounter any difficulties in the future, just tell us. As long as it’s within our power, uncle and aunties, we’ll still care for you..."

Ling Yangzi, with a child’s sensibility, didn’t understand the adult’s polite words, and he retorted immediately, "Okay, then can I come to your house to eat in the future?"

"No, you can’t!"

Uncle Shan answered very bluntly.

Seeming to feel that his words might have hurt the child’s feelings, uncle thought for a while and sighed, "Child, it’s not that uncle lacks compassion, it’s just that everyone is struggling. Look at the neighbors; who doesn’t live in small, cramped accommodations with their children? How could they take care of others?"

"Uncle Shan, then teach me, what should I do in the future..."

Uncle Shan shook his head, "Child, you’ll have to figure it out yourself. Uncle can only tell you one thing."