Zeng Guanghe, male, was born in Cenxi City, Guangxi in the late 1970s. He is a paunchy old man. Ordinary, there is nothing to boast about in life, and there is no ambition. Although the wedding banquet is narrow, a good man knows little about himself. Often drunk thinking, thinking about some ethereal dreams, making up some absurd stories, laughing and remembering.

I only remember the heroic complex buried in my heart when I was young and excited: the sunset is red; The streets are desolate; Paper is flying; White pigeons flapped their wings; In front of the yellowed movie poster, sunglasses and black windbreaker flaunt wantonly.