It was as if Xiao Feng was watching a series of short films, with image after image crossing in front of his eyes like a slide show.

It was a chubby little man in his early teens, and the word little wasn't apt; little simply referred to age, not size.

But the experience of the little fat man was not too satisfactory, he stumbled into the world, prostrate at the bottom of the world, gray, but he did not feel that he was unfortunate, because he succeeded, he succeeded in escaping ...