Everyone is a novel, everyone has some stories, but no one writes a book for them, so gradually they sink into today's life and forget their own stories. I don't know when, before falling in love with someone, I have to explore her career and family first, and hate someone. People have to consider their abilities and communication before, forgetting their parents at home and old friends from childhood. Their dreams have all become work and get off work, sons and leaders, houses and food prices. These are real ordinary people. In an era when the Chinese Dream is so needed, where have the dreams gone? I tried to record this, so that I could go back to the era when the dream was annihilated, and try to record how it disappeared. But when the book had no way out, the author had gradually lost it... "Who am I? What kind of book is this? (In the dark room, the author sat up in shock.)