Traveling through the suburbs of Beijing in the 1960s, his father was injured at work and his mother died young, and his agricultural household registration was trapped in the countryside. The soul of a thirty-year-old social animal is stuffed into the body of a twenty-year-old farmer. After saving up my energy for several months, I am going to the city today to take over my father's job at the steel rolling mill. The group of people in Nanluogu Alley will wait until I arrive and take their time.
