Zhuo Fan, perhaps this name is destined to have an ordinary life for those who have him. And the owner of that name is me—me.

I was born in the village of Marinas, a beautiful fishing village. We are all fishermen in our time, and I am no exception. So when I was very young, I went out fishing with my father.

My father's union with my mother was quite ordinary; Introduced by the village chief, and then it was combined in a daze. And then there is me, the crystallization of their love. In fact, this is not authentic. The so-called "crystallization of love" should be on the premise of love, but they are just purely for the sake of living, and they have nothing to do with love at all. So I'm just a product of their lives at best.

I remember that there is a saying called "Tiger father has no dog son", then the same inverse proposition is "dog son has no tiger father", and the unfilial point is "dog father has no tiger son". I'm a good example of that. Because of my father's ordinariness, my ordinariness has long been over. My appearance can only be described in four words: unsatisfactory. But personally, I think it's enough to let people know that I'm a man at a glance, and I really don't dare to expect anything. It has been said that God is fair, and when He takes away one thing from you, He will give you another thing as compensation. But apparently God is disgusted with me. It is not difficult to explain that I have suffered a great loss in appearance, and God should have compensated me a little in terms of knowledge or martial arts, but God did not. As a result, I was frail and illiterate from an early age. But God gave me a special gift -- making me a comparison for parents to teach their children. I remember when I was a child, the aunt next door always said to her children: "You must read well for me, you look at the boy next door, there is no difference between pigs, if you don't read good books and have no knowledge, then you have to be like him in the future!" Be a pig for life! Every time she said this, she deliberately raised her voice so that half the village could hear her. Normally, sounds above 70 decibel are called noise, so I never took it as a human thing, just as a son of a dog teaching her cubs. My parents, on the other hand, don't seem to think so. Because they don't have much hope in me.

Otherwise, I should be called Zhuo Bufan, not Zhuo Fan. They just want me to grow up quickly and become a big labor force in the family, and then they find a woman to marry, and pass it on from generation to generation, that's all. There is no greater sorrow for a person than to lose faith, and I am such a person. Every day I would walk around the village with my hat on my head and cover my swarthy face. However, I do have the highest return rate in the village, I haven't counted this number, but I think it should be at 95%. Each time, they would turn around and point at me and look at me with disdain, as if laughing at my stupidity and at my looks. At the same time, I also became the target of the hooligans in the village, and every time I saw them, I punched and kicked them. What needs to be explained here is that it was not me who beat them, but they beat me alone. It has to do with my physique, and I spend 10 of the year in bed. I was unconscious at home while the other children were learning kung fu, and in this way, I missed the golden age of martial arts, so that now I am helpless and can only be bullied by them.

In order to make ends meet, when I was eight years old, I went out to sea with my father to fish. But because of the system, I fell ill two days later. I spent the next week in bed. After I recovered from my illness, I went to sea again, and after a few days, the sickness came again. I really wondered if the disease had a tendency to love me, and it took me four years to learn the fishing technique, which I did. Four years later, I was very fortunate enough to be sick and fell in love, and I gradually adapted to this kind of life: I got up very early every day to go out to sea to fish, and at noon I collected the nets and went home, then I picked some fish to keep for dinner, and the rest were sold at the market for money, and then I went home to do housework and sleep...... But to my delight, my parents were considerate of me, and every time I came home, the housework was almost done, and my mother was responsible for cooking three meals a day. I like to eat the food she cooks, the taste is lighter, just like my life.

In this way, I repeated this mechanical life for eight years, and now I am twenty and zero. But in those eight years, I didn't have a single friend, and none of the girls said they liked me. It's no wonder that there are really few people who don't run away when they see me. Eight years of loneliness and loneliness seem to be something that only people like me can bear, and if it were someone else, I'm afraid I would have wanted to eat swan meat a long time ago, but I definitely wouldn't. I'm a self-aware person, and I know very well how many pounds I have, so I'm never delusional about anything.

Soon my mother found me a wife, who was notoriously stupid in the village. If you've ever been to a fishing village, you'll find an ugly woman who spends her days at the entrance of the village looking at passers-by, and that's her, my wife. She was twelve years older than me, and had been one of the prettiest girls in the village. Later she married a handsome young man. Soon after the marriage, the young man ran away with all the family's possessions and splashed a solution (sulfuric acid) on his face that looked like water, which directly led to her current ghostly appearance.

When my mother told me about the marriage, I didn't say no. It's not because I pity her, in fact, my life is not much better than her, so who is to pity her? Just because ...... I feel like I should do it.

Although going to a married woman in our village would be regarded as the lowest person. But then again, isn't the most humble person in a fishing village just me?

On the wedding night, I didn't want to do that with her, not because she had been a wife, but because I didn't want to hurt her again, she was hurt deep enough, so why should I sprinkle a few more handfuls of salt on her wounds? So I took the quilt and planned to go to the outhouse to sleep. She stopped me and asked me why. I told her what I thought. She smiled, and although the smile was not pretty, there was sincerity in this smile. Because she laughs from the heart.

Since then, I have had a wife that I don't love, just like my father. But the good news is that she is very capable, she does all the housework alone, and there is my daily meal on the table - rice and fish. Occasionally, she would buy meat to roast. For us at that time, the family was very bad, and meat was a luxury. And she no longer stays in a daze at the entrance of the village every day. When I'm fine, I get a sweater or patch up for me.

So uneventful three years passed. In the past three years, she deserved not to delay the children for me, and I will not blame her, because I am a good person, so I am definitely a good husband.