The Mountains and Rivers Have Traces, and My Steps Are Also Sonorous.

At the age of 26, he stood on the national industrial robot podium, wearing a crisp suit, holding the trophy in his hand, and his smile was dazzling. In the photo, he stands firmly on the ground with his legs, can run and jump, and can stay up three nights in the laboratory to debug equipment.​ He stared at himself in the photo, suddenly raised his hand, and slammed his fist on his knee. There was no pain, no feeling, just a dull "thunk" sound, like knocking on an empty piece of wood. The tears finally couldn't help but fall, and they fell on the photo, causing a small water stain. He quickly stuffed the photo album back into the drawer and pressed his eyes with a tissue - he couldn't cry. He never cried when he encountered no matter how big the problem was in the laboratory, but now, he couldn't even control his legs.​ The whistle from the direction of the institute came from outside the window, a sound he used to hear every day when he went to work. Lin Yanzhou looked at the bright thread in the gap between the curtains, and suddenly felt that he was trapped by this thread. On one side was the light of the past, and on the other was the darkness of the present, and he could no longer cross it.