A long time ago, there were seven boys on our street who were the best of friends. We all graduated from kindergarten in 1980. Back then, our street was still lined with one-story houses... It was old Chengdu, you know... And every night, we'd all get together and run wild... Then... thirty years later... of the seven pure-hearted young men... only three were left... The other four, for one reason or another, all went down the same road--------------xx... and their sentences were carried out immediately... When I think about my friends and brothers in another world, sometimes tears well up in my eyes without me even realizing it...
The story begins in 1990, when we entered middle school…"East Rome, West Xiaoyu, South Machete, North Twin Dragons~!"
