On the day of the divorce, the ex-wife came out with an agreement: clean up and leave the house. I only took away the broken compass my father left behind. I was sent to Xiling Village, and the whole village laughed at me as a waste. I picked up a broken bowl from the garbage heap, with "Xuande Year of the Ming Dynasty" engraved on the bottom of the bowl. The village bully smashed the ancestral bronze mirror on the floor, and I could tell at a glance that it was aged by electrolysis. My ex-father-in-law laughed at me for being a country bumpkin, so I picked up a piece of rubble and cut it into imperial green. My childhood sweetheart blushed and said she would support me, the female CEO threw her black card and said she wanted to protect me, and the beautiful professor chased me and called me teacher. The ex-father-in-law knelt down and begged for mercy, and the ex-wife cried and begged for reconciliation. I put the broken bowl on the table: "You step me into the mud, and I will step back on it." My eyes can see through all disguises. They didn't know what kind of existence was standing in front of them.
