New Interpretation of Ancient Patterns: I Can See the Origin

He Zhun, who works at Xunyang No. 3 Inspection Institute, does the most tedious job in the city: comparing patterns with maps to judge whether or not they are qualified. At the age of twenty-two, my source test revealed that I was mediocre, and I had seen the end of my life. Until that day, he suddenly saw something that others could not see - the source. He looked through the atlas but couldn't find a famous person. When he asked, no one could answer him, and no one took him seriously. Then he started paying attention. The stove fire is weak, the wall is cracked, the street lights are dim, the price of electricity has risen - he seems to see something "wrong" everywhere, but he can't tell what it is. Everyone scolded him for "breaking the world," but only he had a vague feeling that the root cause of the disease might not be in the world, but somewhere else. He Zhun was just an inspector, and the cracks in the corner of the building he lived in were growing day by day. He didn't want to be a prophet, he just wanted to know whether the beam above his head would fall down one day. So he opened a notebook that no one had ever read. He could see the source. Forty years ago, there was someone who spent his whole life just to see the same thing clearly, and left only one sentence before his death: "I'm heading in the right direction, I just can't see it."