Remaining in the Afterglow of Deep Space

On the far side of the moon, the black chip in the prehistoric relics traveled through time and space with the explosion of the "Fire Stealer" and merged into the brain of Yu Zhengwei, a three-year-old child in a small town in western Guangdong. Along with it, comes fifty-one years of future life memories. From then on, his memory was like the sea and his thinking was like lightning, but it had no benefit to his physical body. He could see every surge of the tide of the times, but chose to keep his edge amidst the fireworks of the market. A small town in western Guangdong in the 1980s, riding the train of the times, quietly sharpening its sword in ordinary days. Along the way, he could have called the wind and rain, but he was willing to hide in the small town. When the afterglow of the deep sky fell between the fields and the fish in the stream, he only said: Being ordinary is blessing, hiding the edge is wisdom.