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His name is Haizi, but he has never seen the real sea. The moment his mother's coffin was buried, he pressed the last glass marble into the wet mud in front of the grave - and also pressed the crying and scared child in his heart to death. The one who survives is a monster with the name "Haizi": he learned silence from his father's violent fists and tore his academic qualifications into pieces in front of the iron walls of the job market. When he thought the moonlight in Yunnan could suture the wound, the woman named Xiao Shuyao handed him a candy. The sweetness has not faded, but the cold water of reality has been poured on him: his friend jumped off the building because of the sky-high betrothal gift, the "salary negotiable" in the job advertisement became a coin for charity, and the words of his former childhood sweetheart, "He looks at me with dirty eyes", completely nailed him to the pillar of shame of a gutter rat. "Haizi? He's a child who died of drought, right?" He chewed the name and laughed in the dark night. Until the news of Xiao Shuyao's marriage came, the snow-white wedding dress made his eyes hurt. He walked toward the real sea, and the salty wind filled his borrowed old suit. This time, there was no mother's hand to hold him home. Is there a path to childhood buried under the deep sea?