No time travel, no golden fingers. This is a realistic and cruel life.
When you are nineteen, not only have you dropped out of school, but you also have a baby who is one year and two months old.
My family background is not good either. I live in a dilapidated old city. I am not the second generation of officials or the second generation of rich people.
My mother is just a braised vegetable seller, earning three or four thousand a month, and she still has to support a family of three?
In this kind of reality and this kind of life, how can you turn your life around, fly against the wind, and live a small and wonderful life?
Motto: As long as you work hard, it's never too late.