He was a famous second-rate boy in the 1980s. His eldest brother tried his best to send him to the county sugar factory, but he idled around all day and was eventually fired from the factory. He had no choice but to return to the village in disgrace. Those who were originally jealous of him took the opportunity to point fingers behind his back all day long. The uncle's family was even more gloating about his misfortune. He hid in the mountains in anger and relied on his tenacious will to develop a hunting skill. Three years later, when he came home from the mountains to greet him, it was the sad news that his parents had passed away long ago because he had left without saying goodbye.
