When I was a child, I took the lucky money to the farmer's market and bought a newborn chicken, which I brought back in a small medicine box. I wanted to make a nest for the chicken with a medicine box, so I made a nest for the chicken with a milk box. Put cotton in it, a vegetable basin (that is, the lid of a plastic bottle) and make a small bed. When the chicken knows me, I will play with it, put the chicken in a bicycle basket, ride a bicycle everywhere, and sometimes put the chicken on the ground to chase me. But then I forgot how the chicken died.