Xu Chaosheng was born in the early morning. Her uneducated grandmother hugged her and smiled with wrinkles on her face: "Just call her Chaosheng. If you are born facing the sun, you are blessed." Chaosheng grew up staggeringly, without any luck. Until one day I met Fuyou. She asked the young man who always looked miserable: "Don't you think your name is bad? Fuyou, ephemera." The young man glanced at her and said, "Isn't it bad to have you? Chaosheng, life and death." Later Chaosheng felt that what the brat said was quite reasonable.