Failure Load

In 1998, Fang Juexiao saw his name on the laid-off list. She was the best structural engineer at the bridge factory, but the entire factory no longer exists. Thirty years later, she founded a company, exchanged an ambiguous relationship for living space, and raised her son alone—but twenty years later, she was characterized by her son in an integrity report as "the biggest spiritual negative asset on the road to growth." Chen Mo, a musician who had been in trouble all his life, used her phone recordings that were exposed to synthesize a song titled "Failure Load." When I sent it to her, I only included one sentence: You are not invalid. You are the load. Lan Xiuying became a gold medal confinement nanny and used the money she earned from taking care of other people's children to support her daughter. However, her daughter said on the phone, "Don't tell people that you are a confinement nanny. It's embarrassing." Chen Wenli suffers from prosopagnosia, and the only face she can recognize is the thousand-year-old pen on the monument. The nursing home that Su Wan was guarding was facing closure. She knelt in front of the dean and said, "If these old people move away, they will die." Feng Kongkong - the only legend among the twelve zodiac signs - died in 2000 under a bridge he designed. The last page of the relic notes read: The bridge collapsed, but my calculation was not wrong. Twelve women, thirty years. They are judged as invalid by the times - laid off, divorced, despised and forgotten. But it wasn't them that failed, it was the equation that refused to calculate them. When Fang and his party finally recalculated their mother's life, the structural mechanics model gave a cold conclusion: the safety factor - infinity. A city of Chang'an, twelve zodiac signs, a living method that cannot be calculated. They are not redeemed. They've just never been