The madman went through two abortions, some gentamicin and some Chinese herbal medicines in his mother's womb, and then made his way to the world. He experienced a humorous and exaggerated childhood, a troubled middle school age, and accidentally crashed into a high school in the northwest with a vigorous and fast plot. After ending the period of self-imposed mental house arrest in college, I plunged headlong into the bitter sea of postgraduate entrance examinations after graduation, and embraced the five mountains of post-abortion syndrome, failure, lovelorn, unemployment, and drifting to the north in an instant with strict logic. In a discouraged state, I experienced a series of stories that were painful, unprepared, and ridiculous. . . . . .