More than thirty years old, neither above nor below. Not so poor that you can't live, not so rich that you don't have to live. Go to work, get off work, eat and sleep every day, day after day, year after year. The people around him were all the same, with their heads lowered, walking fast, and not looking at anyone.
What about your twenty-year-old self? The one who still has light in his eyes? The one who said "I must..." In the future? Where has he gone?
Have no idea.
I just know that one day, you suddenly want to find him.
A Shandong man in his thirties came out of Jinan and didn't know where to go, but he had to go. Because there is another self living in his mind - younger, cleaner, with bright eyes. Wherever he went, he felt like that person had been there. I chased him all the way, for three thousand kilometers, into the dusty factory ruins, into the empty villages, into the crowds of people walking fast with their heads down. I have to remember where I lost my self with still light in my eyes.
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A story about a lost person looking for his lost self.
