Missed and Not Missed in Those Years

On April 21, 2002, I boarded a train from Wuhan to Puhai, a small coastal town in the south. I was thirty-two years old that year. Before this, I was a journalist working for a local TV station. Leaving my familiar hometown and going to a strange foreign land in my thirties was not due to my ambition or passion. My child was in elementary school, and her mother had been laid off a few years ago. When I faced a mediocre career, complicated personnel relations at work, and even an income that could not guarantee the normal functioning of the family, I had to face the reality, give up the vanity in front of me, put aside the timidity in my heart, resign decisively, and go find myself. A former colleague from far away who is both a teacher and a brother asked for help and got the opportunity to change the current situation so that I can fully fulfill my family responsibilities as a man and create ideal living and learning conditions for my children to prevent them from repeating my growth experience and experiencing the hardships and hardships of life again. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.