Second Brother, the Stray Dog

There are always some songs we don’t dare to listen to, and some dreams we don’t want to wake from. Along life’s journey, with its passing scenery, I wrote this story, and you all appear in it. Back then, we met as boys, dressed in fine clothes and riding proud horses, dreaming of wearing blue robes and roaming the world with swords at our sides. But we had no swords, only kitchen knives and pickaxe handles. This world is vast, full of young heroes, but there are even more wildflowers and weeds like you and me. There was the waiter who was obsessed with throwing knives, Hongwei, who had the bearing of a great general, Xiao Wu, who said he could still jump around with his leg in a cast, the poet Xiao Ji, Wenlong, the rich kid, and A Tu, who knew how to grill skewers... Once, we gathered like a blazing fire. Now we’ve scattered, like stars across the sky...