There Is No One on the Other Side: the Working-Class Second Generation in the United States

The ten years that the second-generation children of domestic working-class people have studied, found jobs, and lived in the United States. In order to escape the domestic insurgency, the 15-year-old boy was sent to the United States by his parents to sell his house and take out a loan. It was not a dream, but a desperate escape. The sacrifices and expectations in the old alleys of Shanghai were met with the cold differences of a foreign country - language barriers, the gap between rich and poor, and the cold eyes and abuse of the host family. From the relief of "escaping from solving problems", he fell into the abyss of loneliness and depression. The lie of reporting good news but not bad news is the deepening estrangement between parent and child.​ In the trough, 3D modeling became a glimmer of light. The creation of his fingertips restored his broken self-confidence. The professor's appreciation and the glory of the competition allowed him to slowly come out of isolation. From the two-way healing of the sweet love on campus, to the deep cultivation and establishment in the workplace, and then to meeting a partner who understands his trauma, he completed his self-salvation professionally and emotionally, but he could never cross the gap with his parents.​ It wasn't until the winter of the industry came and he experienced firsthand the difficulty of raising a family that he understood the weight of his parents selling their house to study. A belated ice-breaking and a frank talk allowed the estrangement of many years to quietly melt. Ten years passed, from sinking in a foreign country to returning home with fireworks, he finally reconciled with the past, reconciled with his parents, and reconciled with his imperfect self - it turned out that the other side was never a foreign country, and where he felt at ease, he was surrounded by lights.