When the first peach petal fell from my eyes, I seemed to see my own face in the dim light. Just like countless middle-aged people, the same mediocre face does not appear refined and profound after years of immersion, and he never had a world-famous love when he was young. I also wanted to be a legend, but later I was covered in dust and lost my remaining spirituality. Unlike most arrogant men, I always know that I am just floating. I have lived in this world for more than forty years, seen the starry sky countless times, seen the prosperity and decline of vegetation, and then witnessed my own prosperity and decline. Look, my face is so clearly revealed. It's a little swollen because I didn't sleep well last night. Such an ordinary middle-aged man is me, the guy called the fox. I have lived with my mother in this deep mountain for more than three years.