It's just a story—small stories strung together into one big story. There are stories I heard and stories I experienced... In a sense, this is not entirely a novel. I am just a porter of life, and I added a little artistic polish later. After 00, I can't tell clearly. However, people born in the 90s, 80s, 70s, 60s, or even earlier generations may see the shadow of yourself or the people around you in this story. There is no lingering love here, no shouting and killing, and no domineering president who turns his beauty into a rage. Some are just ordinary people, ordinary people like you and me. Maybe you can read it as a "family development history" or a "joke collection". Of course, the premise is that it is to your liking... If you don't like reading, don't complain, just leave as soon as you come, so as not to hurt Dabai's glassy heart; if you happen to like it, just ask for it, give it a thumbs up and give it a thumbs up, so as to satisfy Dabai's vanity! Okay, no more talking! Xingmu clapped his hands and started walking!
Purpose: Long live the motherland