Security Guards in the City

Like bubbles in dreams, like dew and like electricity. All things in life are nothing more than escaping from the face. Zhang Zeyan looked at the slowly setting sun, the orange color slowly disappearing on the horizon. The cheap cigarette in his hand was almost to the butt. He threw it on the ground, stepped on it with his right foot, and left slowly. Zhang Zeyan disappeared into the sunset wrapped in gray smoke on the ground,,,,, without a trace. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.