Tonight, I visited my cousin's house. His son is seventeen years old. Because of playing video games, father and son argued. My cousin said how hard it is for him to work outside, calling his son a white-eyed wolf, and so on. His son calmly said: First, your hardships are not caused by me. Grandpa once said that when you were young, you often skipped school and fought. You dropped out of junior high school, so you can only do manual labor to support the family. Even without me, you would still have to do manual labor. Second, my birth was your choice. I didn't have the right to choose. I didn't neglect my studies or cause trouble. I just finished my homework and played games to relax. I didn't spend money on it either. You go to the mahjong parlor to play cards and lose money. My cousin got angry and wanted to hit him. He said, if you think violence can solve everything, then go ahead and hit me. I won't make you rich, and you're tired too. Why bother? My mom and I couldn't stop laughing. This kid doesn't shout or make trouble. He argues logically, with reason and evidence. His grades are good, and he's material for doing great things in the future.