Sun and Moon Junhen

In January 1991, under the morning sky in Yijia'ao in southern Sichuan, the sun and the moon shone together, and baby boy Yi Dajun was born. When he was two years old, his father Yi Zuohong died of leukemia. When he was dying, he removed the "big" character from his name, and his name became Yi Jun. From then on, his destiny began to follow. After his father left, his four uncles separated and his mother worked as a farmer to make a living. Yi Jun was raised by relatives of the Deng family for fifteen years. From making fires to cook, planting rice and feeding pigs at the age of seven, to receiving his junior high school diploma at the age of seventeen, his childhood was steeped in the mud on the fields and fireworks on the stove. Only the formulas in the mathematics textbooks could give him a moment of respite. In 2007, his mother remarried and gave birth to a baby brother. The reorganized family brought warmth, but it also forced him to shoulder the burden of livelihood earlier. In the midsummer of 2008, 17-year-old Yi Jun traveled to the ends of the world with a lonely heart. The smell of yeast from the Shanghai bakery, the cold wind and snow at the construction site in Xinjiang, the sound of dishes in Guangzhou restaurants, and eighteen jobs were all engraved on his footprints. His eyes were hurt by water being sprayed during a construction dispute, he was drunk on his grandfather's birthday night and made trouble, his Meituan account was banned, and he was owed several months of salary during the epidemic... Life's heavy blows came one after another, but he held on to his love while running around: there were poetry manuscripts in the basket of the delivery truck, lyrics were written under the lamp late at night, and southern Sichuan tunes were sung in front of the camera. Today's Yi Jun is a crowdsourcing knight who shuttles through the streets of Rongcheng. His wheels run over the fireworks, and the tip of his pen carves glory. After half a lifetime of ups and downs, he rubbed the marks of the sun and moon into his bones and blood, and lived as his own light in the gap between survival and dreams.