Chi Yanqiu felt that when he was a child, outsiders would think that his whole family must have suffered quite a lot, and perhaps he was particularly suffering among them.
But he didn't feel it at the time.
Because,
If there are people, if there is warmth, there is a home.
Later, he was finally torn apart by the truth, his flesh and blood were bloody, and he was sober as if his bones were being ripped out and his marrow was being dug out:
It turned out there was nothing,
no one,
No home either,
From beginning to end, it was only him.
He was the only outsider in the whole incident. He was the one who worked hard and struggled to support himself, but in the end, he was the only one who was able to draw water from a bamboo basket.
Mission: Ordinary life is greatness