When he was eighteen years old, he dropped out of school due to illness in his freshman year. Ironically, the so-called illness was the so-called avoidance and hatred of self and others. When he was a child, he often thought about walking through unknown distances, listening to and recording the stories of strangers. He firmly believes that some happiness is worth sharing and some pain should not be forgotten. So, I put my backpack and guitar on my back, ignorant yet feeling great, and walked from Zhengzhou to Kunming in a daze yet sober and nervous, and then turned all the way from Kunming to the mouth of the river - the China-Vietnam border port. I thought I was just passing through the river mouth, but I never thought that he would be deeply trapped here for many days and nights in the future. It can't be said that you are trapped here by yourself, nor can you say that the outside world has pulled you to settle here. Maybe it is a combination of both. From then on, the people and things that emerged in the leisurely but fulfilling, shocking but ordinary time were allowed to be narrated by him.