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In 1976, Chen Xin was born in the northeastern countryside. The mother was frail and had four older sisters. My father was a bricklayer, and he only used three tools in his life - a brick knife, a plumb, and an ink fountain. The adoptive grandfather put the Xinhua Dictionary under his head and said that children who grew up with books on their backs would be promising in the future. Six years of commuting, seventy-two miles every day. I passed the college entrance examination three times and failed twice. The man who almost flew into the sky finally walked into the gate of the University of Architecture. From the northeastern countryside to the architectural design institute, from draftsman to chief architect - he spent his whole life learning to build houses. This is a true story. There are no golden fingers, only people who wake up before the alarm goes off.