Feiying, I Was Exposed

Chen Mo, the owner of a convenience store on the old street in the east of the city, has been married for six years and has a three-year-old daughter. His life is like a cup of warm water. No one knows that it was him who carried the overturned truck with one hand on a rainy night; no one knows that it was him who opened the security window at the fire scene and carried two lives on his back; and no one knows that it was him who held up an eight-ton cement beam with one hand and carried twenty-three children nine times in and nine out during the peak of the flood. He just wanted to guard the shop, build blocks with his daughter, and watch his wife replace the old coat with burnt cuffs into new ones. But the whole Internet is looking for him. Overseas satellites have locked onto his neighborhood, a bounty of 50 million US dollars has been offered on the dark web, and telephoto lenses have focused on his daughter's kindergarten - some people want to take off his mask, and some want to touch his family. You can move him. Touch his family and wipe that person off the map. He does not receive awards, is not recruited, and is not interviewed. He only has a few rules: family is his red line; he only supports Huaxia; no one can tell his identity. As he provided disaster relief one after another, he went from carrying trucks with his bare hands to striking missiles, naval guns, and even deeper into the starry sky. When the armor flew out of the atmosphere, the whole world discovered that the "hero" they were looking for never belonged to this planet. The sea of ​​​​stars is huge, so he took his family and went to light lanterns.