Sixty years, three opportunities to rewrite destiny——
When I was ten years old, my mother knelt in the snow to borrow money for school fees. He clenched his fists: In this life, I want to be a master.
At the age of thirty-five, his father-in-law slapped the table and said, "A girl with muddy legs is not worthy of my daughter!" His newlywed wife put her hand into his palm, and he vowed never to let her lose.
Fifty-three years old, he was reported and suspended as soon as he became a leader. On the same day, my mother passed away without seeing her for the last time.
From a child in the countryside to a high-ranking official, he climbed to the top in sixty years. But in the end, who is left?
At the age of sixty, he returned to the village where he was born and asked himself for three days——
In this life, are you winning or losing?
