He wanted to live the most ordinary life. Working, making money, bargaining with vendors at the vegetable market, and having people waiting for dinner when he returned home - a life that was so mediocre that it was not worthy of being remembered by anyone, were all the wishes he could think of.
But he just caught a glimpse of the secret. One eye was blind and he was poisoned. He experienced an unforgettable disaster in his life. The first disaster was an accident and he escaped. The second calamity was a fluke, and he escaped again. After two encounters, he survived tenaciously. The matter of survival itself is more important than any reason.
Later he got a family. A medium-sized old house in a mountain village, a light that lights up on time, and a person who chats and laughs with him every day. Life is as stable as a bowl of warm porridge, not hot to the touch and just right in your mouth.
He thought it would be good to live like this for the rest of his life. Don't mention the secrets of fate, don't mention the catastrophe, just treat those two narrow escapes from death as two dreams you've had, and don't go back to them when you wake up.
But Ming refused. There are some things you can't get rid of once you know them, and there are some things you can't look back on once you step on them. The more he wants to be ordinary, the more fate will pile chips on him.
All he could do was shine the light. As long as the lights don't go out, the days will continue to pass.
