Roots in Dust, Heart Towards the Warm Sun

He came from the dust and spent thirty years building a light, but he didn't know when it would go out. In 1998, orphan Lin Xiangyang walked out of the mountain village carrying the hope of the whole village and climbed over the wall of fate with a pair of calloused hands. From rural kerosene lamps to urban neon lights, from basement tenants to first-tier city house slaves - he thought he had finally taken root. In 2016, I spent all my money to buy a house, and the monthly payment was 16,000 yuan. In 2023, at the age of 38, he was laid off, and the compensation of 420,000 was the price of fifteen years of youth. Midlife crises hit like a tidal wave: age discrimination in the workplace, his wife's anxious tears, his son's rebellious struggle, and his mother's loneliness in the city. The home that was once thought to be indestructible made a sound of shattering under the three mountains of mortgage, education and medical care. When the weight of life fell one after another, he grabbed the last straw - joining a community group buying company started by his classmates. Start from scratch, fight against the giants, and use the tenacity of twenty years ago to fight against the difficulties of middle age. This is the survival epic of a generation of urban immigrants. This is a story about roots and wandering, perseverance and dignity. Can seeds in dust bloom in cement cracks? Can a spine that has been crushed by housing loans, car loans, and education loans be able to stand upright and face the sun? "No matter how difficult the life is, the sun will still rise tomorrow." The words of the old party secretary are engraved in his bones and blood. Even if the roots are in the dust, the heart will always be towards the warm sun.