This is the first half of a Miao man's life. There is no halo, only the hot reality.
He has not graduated from junior high school and has been struggling with the tide of the times: he has repaired mobile phone motherboards and unlocked BL locks for Xiaomi phones; he ran through Didi, drove all kinds of people on the streets late at night, and saw the loneliest lights in the city. He is a craftsman and an observer. He is accustomed to using underlying logic to dismantle the world and rehearsing all possibilities in his mind.
He was once married, and after the divorce, he took his daughter with him and searched for coordinates again under the pressure of life. He borrowed his cousin's Canon 750D and the Apple 11 given to him by an old friend, and worked hard to create in the lean days. He learned photography and editing, trying to edit his life into a documentary for ordinary people.
He is a sentimental and sober person, who can deduce over and over again for a single heartbeat, tugging between fantasy and sobriety; he can play out an entire drama in his mind in front of a dialog box, and then use the most rational logic to give himself a decent ending.
He was financially strapped and his life was not easy, but he still lived, loved and thought seriously.
He turns every heartbeat, every inner conflict, every trial and error into the material of his writings; he turns every fall, every climb, and every wake-up into a life experience.
There are no earth-shattering legends in this book;
Just write about the most ordinary man,
How to survive on days when you are not treated well,
I still want to live a serious life.
I also want to tell everyone who is similar to him:
We are ordinary, and we deserve to be seen and treated well.
This is not a novel,
This is the real life that a man gained with the blood and tears of his first half of his life.
