Chu Sheng's life took a turn when his father fell from a scaffolding. The lumbar vertebrae were broken, and the compensation owed by the foreman became life-saving money. My father still passed away after half a year. After taking care of the funeral, he said goodbye to his mother and went to the city to beg for money and a way to survive.
Delivering water was the first job he found. The tricycle rolling over the asphalt road in the city was like rolling over a bump in his heart. But no one knew that every night, his soul would break away from his tired body and wander around in different time and space: perhaps an ancient battlefield with flashes of swords and shadows, or an old market filled with smoke and fire. Those skills of crawling and rolling in dreams were quietly integrated into reality - the shoulders carrying the bucket were more stable, and he was more calm when dealing with difficulties. Even when he asked for explanations, he had the tenacity learned from dreams.
The compensation has not yet arrived, and the weight of life is on his shoulders, but the light in his eyes is getting brighter. After all, those who can survive through mountains of swords and seas of fire in their dreams have no reason to bow their heads in reality. There is still a long way to go, and his story has just begun.
