Lin Nian'an considers himself a third-rate writer, not really a novelist. However, when he was 16 years old, he was noticed by a newspaper in Shanghai and brought to the editorial department as a copy editor assistant. His polishing ability was very good and the money for hiring children was not high, so the boy was taken there. Now, I have caught up with the life of a hard-working worker. Because my parents are gone, I have to earn living expenses on my own. The novels I usually write are basically not popular. There are few people who can see that I still have to be oppressed by the place where I work. Because I can't stand the oppression, when I ran away, I bumped into a loyal reader of my own.
Intention: Can the tortured Nian An wait for his peace?