Top cultural relic restorer, unexpectedly time-traveling to become a street idler in 1988. Although lacking possessions, I have my hands and brain. Mounting an old tricycle, diving into bustling alleys, I turn "collecting junk" into "collecting civilization." Neighbors laugh, parents shake their heads, girlfriend breaks up, when everyone despises my layer of dust, I have already paved a prosperous path with the dirt under my feet that others cannot learn.