What's the worry You, a seven-year-old kid now, acting like you're a one hundred sixty-pound strongman A big sweet potato like this should be easy enough to hold on to, why worry about getting bumped,Sigh, I'm back to being seven years old, but my mind is still stuck at forty. How can my head not be in a mess,Alas, things have come to this, it's probably useless to worry now. Life still has to go on day by day. It wouldn't do to just commit suicide by jumping into the water as soon as I transmigrate, would it。