As a thirty-five-year-old migrant worker, someone who is not high or low does not even deserve to have a name. He was born in a remote village. After graduating from high school, he followed the same villagers to the south to work. He has always been at the bottom of the working class. The more I change, the more unsatisfactory I am. Now I am a maintenance staff of a property company, and it can be regarded as stable.
