In 1949, with a cry, a boy named Qianyu fell into the most ordinary family.
His parents wanted him to be stable, but the world forced him to wander.
I left home at the age of fifteen, alone and empty-handed, struggling with cold eyes and poverty. He carried luggage, set up a stall, was bullied and looked down upon, and tasted the bitterness and bitterness of the bottom class.
He is not willing to be ordinary, but wants to change his destiny against the will of heaven.
I have met noble people and made bad friends; I have been involved in tobacco and alcohol, and I have experienced the world; I have made a small amount of money, and I have become rich overnight; I have seen the most beautiful and colorful world, and lived the most unrestrained and happy life.
Going round and round, half a lifetime of ups and downs, crying, going crazy, fighting, and being in pain.
Only in the end did he realize that the "ordinary" he fought against with all his strength was actually the most practical and true destination in life.
This is not a legend, but the real life of an ordinary person, pushed by the times, led by desires, and smoothed by life.
It writes about the struggle, madness, regret and reconciliation of a generation.
The more ordinary it is, the more heartbreaking it is.
