In the dark living room, a half-year-old boy was paced back and forth. Damn, why is time passing so slowly? I don’t know how many times I picked up my phone and looked at the time. It’s 23:58 hours ago, I waited here and let me breathe a lot. I squeezed out a few drops of urine in the toilet to ensure that the next precious opportunity is foolproof. I don’t want to hold my urine and exercise.