Low Altitude Flight

Li Mo is twenty-nine years old and lives on the edge of this huge city. He has a job that barely makes a living, a ten-square-meter rental house, and a mobile phone that has been used for four years. Some of his peers got married and had children, some got promotions and salary increases, and some went abroad for further studies, but he seemed to just stand there, being pushed away by time. This is not a story about counterattack, but a record about how to find meaning in the ordinary. When Li Mo realized that he might never have the "success" he imagined, he began a long journey of self-reconciliation - accepting mediocrity at work, accepting emotional blankness, and accepting that he was just an ordinary person. But does accepting the ordinary really mean giving up? Or can you find your own way of flying at low altitudes?