Records of the World

Nineteen-year-old Chen Mo has never had a real home. His father died young, and he lost contact with his mother after she remarried. The roof of his hometown belonged to his uncle. He grew up looking at his face and did not even have a safe bed of his own. On the day he came of age, he left the village with only some change and plunged into the crowd of the big city. He didn't believe in fate, he only believed in the strength of his hands - he believed that as long as he was willing to lower his head and work hard, he could always earn a foothold in this huge city and earn a little dignity as a human being. But life's blows never come in advance. The salary he had saved for half a year was deducted out of thin air, and he was made things difficult in every possible way when he asked for an explanation; he had seen honest people being bullied but could only endure it, and he had seen people who worked hard and could not get reciprocal protection. Those small and heavy things, like cold water, extinguished the fire in his heart, and also opened up the unknown folds under the city's bright shell. He finally saw the whole picture of this world: the weight of survival always weighed on the shoulders of the lowest people, and the demands of ordinary people always struggled in the gap between human relationships and rules. Some people have the upper hand but never understand the difficulty of making a living. Some people try their best but can't even find a stable life. From the muddy fireworks in the streets and alleys to the warmth and warmth of people in high-rise streets, he was like a speck of dust carried by the wind, stumbling and tasting the most real warmth and coldness in the world. "Shichenlu" does not write legends, only living people. It writes about a helpless young man struggling to move forward in a world full of mud and sand, about the myriad desires and consciences in the world, and about the hot and cold world in which each of us lives.