Human Is Not Human

Many years later, when Zhao Nisheng returned to Xinling Town, the town had already changed. Looking at the once familiar streets, childhood events poured out of his memory one by one. The old woman who sells sesame oil at the entrance of the street put her hands on her hips and scolded the old man at the end of the street for not paying for the oil. Vendors walking beside the Wyou River carry deliciously fragrant food and sell them along the street. On the stone bridge, the old man with a white beard, holding a cigarette pole in one hand and a shelf full of candied haws in the other, looked at the urchins running around with a smile. Suddenly, Zhao Nisheng seemed to have seen himself, walking in that familiar alley. At the end of the alley, stood his longing figure... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.