Want to Be Middle-Aged

In the late 1970s, in Yuxie Village, an old electrician relied on an old multimeter to make a living. One day, I accidentally lost the things I depended on for a living, just as news came from my hometown that my mother was seriously ill and needed medical expenses urgently. His old friend, who was heartbroken when he was young, has already gotten married. He sticks to his duty and hurriedly hangs up the call. Late at night, green plum blossoms accompany the table, and the table is full of residual wine. Only the found multimeter stands quietly on the corner of the table, and the bright moon hangs in the sky, illuminating the difficulties and regrets that ordinary people can't escape.