There Is a Craftsman Ancestor Living in My Mind

"It's been a thousand years and finally someone is taking a look at these pieces of wood." Mo Yuan, a craftsman whose obsession lasts for thousands of years. Lu Pingsheng, 28 years old, is a draftsman at a design institute. He has no house, no car, no partner, and his only hobby is his obsession with ancient architecture - in the eyes of others, this is called worthless. Until one trip to the countryside for investigation, he picked up a bloody wood carving fragment from the ruins of a collapsed theater. From then on, Lu Pingsheng had an "ancestor" as his teacher. He doesn't show off or show off, he just quietly helps people repair old houses and solve problems. Little did he know that behind the person he casually directed stood a retired expert in appraisal; the community garden he renovated was spotted by business giants; and the old guild hall he restored attracted a personal invitation from experts from the Forbidden City. And those who once laughed at him - ex-girlfriends, second-generation rich people, snobbish relatives, shady colleagues - are discovering one by one: The "silly boy" they looked down on was now sitting out of their reach, being respectfully called "little friend" by those they couldn't reach. It's not because of how awesome he is. It's just because there is a soul in his heart that has never left for thousands of years, teaching him one thing - The true light never increases or decreases due to the eyes of others.