Han Chuang studied hard for sixteen years and graduated with two bachelor's degrees. I once thought that academic qualifications were a way out.
The rent is sky-high and there is no way to find a job.
Zhang Anran took off her skirt, put on blue work clothes, and walked into the large, isolated electronics factory.
The assembly line works day and night, and the atmosphere in the workshop is warm and welcoming.
The cramped dormitories hide the embarrassment, loneliness and unbearability of life at the bottom.
The epidemic suddenly broke out, the whole city tightened restrictions, and the factory area was completely sealed off.
The iron gate is locked, the whole area is closed, and rumors are everywhere.
Some people broke down and fled, while others returned home on foot.
Tens of thousands of migrant workers are trapped in cold industrial parks with no end in sight.
In a closed cage, selfishness, desire, and indifference spread wantonly.
But in desperate situations, there are also workers who protect each other, and the tenderness of strangers.
She has seen the ugliest side of human nature, and she has also caught the smallest warmth in troubled times.
The long lockdown will eventually end and life will return to normal.
There is no counterattack, no redemption, no comeback against the wind.
We must finally admit that it is not that studying is useless, but that being mediocre is the fate of most people.
Intention: reality
