My name is Xiaoman, and I am an ordinary farmer. My eldest and second uncle told me that our family has been cultivating the ectopic fruit for generations and selling the ectopic fruit for a living. My parents passed away when I was very young. The memories are very vague in my mind. I can't remember what happened when I was a child. I only know that my eldest and second uncle grew up with me. I was responsible for planting and they were responsible for selling. Although my life is not particularly rich, I live a fulfilling life. This is my adult year, but recently I found that the ectopic fruit I planted is a bit strange.
Concept: Between the order constructed by lies and the cruel truth, how can human beings fight against the eternal reincarnation of alienation with their limited lives?