Wild rice grows in barren soil and has no one to water it, but it can take root in wind and rain.
The young boy Zhou Ju grew up in a remote village, where he was bullied, misunderstood, and overwhelmed by rumors. Father and son broke up, and he lost his academic status. He left home in tears late at night and plunged into a strange world. From the hardships at the construction site to the ups and downs in the city, from having nothing to standing up step by step, he has tasted the warmth and coldness of human nature, and kept the strength in his heart that refused to bend.
The world is difficult and people's hearts are cold. He struggles like weeds and grows like wild rice. When the dust settled, he finally understood: one's origin is never fate, and the true roots have always been in his heart.
