The June wind carries the hot chirping of cicadas and rolls through the old alleys twined with ivy. Li Xingchen held an unlit cigarette in his mouth and leaned against the mottled brick wall. His snow-white hair shone brightly in the sun, which was incompatible with the gray old houses around him. He had a schoolbag that had been washed white on one shoulder, and his trousers were rolled up to expose his ankles. He had a cynical smile on his lips as he watched a group of half-year-old children booing around him.
"Brother Chen, Baldy Zhang's dog bit the child again, go and teach it a lesson!" A short, fat boy raised his face with admiration in his eyes.
Li Xingchen raised his eyebrows, spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, and crushed it with the sole of his shoe: "Let's let that beast know who is the boss of this street."
