He was originally a student who studied hard and wanted to pass the imperial examination. However, a plague broke out in his hometown. He had a high fever for many days and he was breathless. His family had to bury him hastily. Unexpectedly, he survived again, but the high fever burned out his vocal cords and memory, making writing impossible. He found his home, but his family failed to recognize him. Fortunately, he still had the strength to do hard labor in the house. Because his father looked like his "lost" son, he nominally adopted him as his adopted son and paid for him to attend a private school. It's a pity that no matter how hard he tries, he can't be half as good as before. In desperation, he found a job in an escort agency and lived a carefree life.
Intention: When the wind of fate extinguishes the candle of life, the real fire will rekindle in the palm of your hand. The coordinate system of life value will never be in the inkstone preset by the world.