He had many careers, but still achieved nothing. He couldn't face himself and committed suicide. In fact, he can have a better life. He is good at calligraphy and painting, but he can't exchange his face for money and just entertains himself. He may have a better skill, but he always learns it quickly and never persists. People call him to do whatever he does, but he will never be reused. He loves face, does not like to ask for help, is unwilling to please others, and is not willing to lower his noble head. He feels that some things are humiliating to him. He didn't have a daughter, so when others mentioned his son, he felt it was a reflection of his incompetence. What age is it? His conservatism, his rigidity, his lack of understanding of how to move trees and move dead people to move living things. He is so stifled by the worldly view that he can't breathe, and he has ended up on his own. He has the courage to die but does not have the courage to face the world. Living, for him, has always been like dancing with shackles, it is heavy, and every step of surprise is painful to the heart. He cannot bear it and chooses to give up even on himself. People who are miserable are those who are not understood, who are unable to extricate themselves. They are getting tighter and tighter. It is really sad. They are trapped in a prison all their lives.