A boy from the countryside went to the city and silently looked up at the white moonlight in his heart in a coffee shop. Accidentally bound to the "Chinese Little Music Library" system, I thought it was a god-given plug-in for the dream entertainment industry, but I didn't know that it was a trap that sucked in despair. The glory gained by taking shortcuts will eventually backfire, and the entire network will be smeared and his reputation will be ruined. He cut off his dependence with his own hands, started from scratch, and was reborn in the mud.
