Wild rice grows in barren soil. No one waters it, yet it puts down roots and stands firm through wind and rain.
The young Zhou Ju grew up in an isolated village, crushed beneath bullying, misunderstanding, and rumors until he could hardly breathe. After a falling-out with his father and losing his student registration, he left home in tears in the middle of the night and stumbled into an unfamiliar world. From enduring hardship on construction sites to making his way through the city, from having nothing to slowly finding his footing, he experienced the warmth and coldness of human nature and held on to the bit of pride in his heart that refused to bend.
Life in this world was hard, and people could be cold. He struggled like a weed and grew like wild rice. When everything had finally settled, he understood at last: where you come from is never your fate. Your true roots have always grown within you.
