At the age of 17, I graduated from high school and went to the south with my relatives.
Along the way, I fought in black boxing, entered the police, worked in the cell, and saw many strange people and strange things...
The corpse fishermen in the Yellow River, Mr. Yin Yang in the city, the myths in the wild forests of Northeast China, the tomb robbers known as God-killers, I have seen too many people and too many things.
Now, in the blink of an eye, more than 20 years have passed, and the young boy back then has become an unshaven uncle.
On a rainy night, looking at the extinguished cigarette in my hand, I suddenly had countless things to say...
