My name is Jiang Xiaochen. This book takes the third person into the family's fireworks years. As a mother born in the 1990s who is trapped in ordinary life, she is increasingly confused in her life and stays in a corner of her hometown. I quietly watched the relatives around me go to different lives: the elders were deeply involved in the ups and downs of marriage, some ended up separated, some kept waiting, and some sadly passed away; people of the same generation went to distant places.
I have never traveled far, nor have I wandered. I have only looked at marriage, thought about love, let go of separation, and slowly reconciled with past regrets in the ups and downs of other people's fates.
It turns out that the best journey in life is never to go to a foreign country, but to walk inward, sober and independent, with a wilderness in your heart, and finally run to your own mountains and seas.
