The first forty years were unremarkable, no, I should say boring. I followed my mother to Xinjiang at the age of fourteen. As soon as I arrived in Xinjiang, I found myself in the Gobi Desert. However, in the 1990s, major infrastructure had not yet been developed, so no one felt that there was much difference between the city and the countryside. I am an ordinary person, and I am still an extremely ordinary person. The only slight difference is that I look pretty decent, so I married a wife and gave birth to a son when I was only 17 or 18 years old, and at the age of 20, I was blessed with a daughter.
I watched the children around me go to private schools (at that time, you had to apply for a household registration card to go to school, but private schools did not apply for it), and they couldn't make a difference in their studies. So, I decided to let my children go to school in the city. As I wished, my children successfully went to school in the city. Later, when major infrastructure came, I also became a migrant worker. Then I bought a house when my children were in junior high school, a van in high school, and then a car.
It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad, I just feel that there is still a goal in life that will never change until death (later I named it "I want to survive to make a country").
Everything changed completely with that seven-day trip to Jiangxi!
