In the old town of Donghai City, the evening wind carried the fishy smell left over from the wet market, making the shaky street lamp at the entrance of the alley squeak. Fu Han was carrying a camouflage backpack that had been washed white, and his steps were as light as a cat, walking on the bluestone road to the rental house.
It had only been three days since he was discharged from the army, and the smell of gunpowder smoke had not dissipated from his body. It was incompatible with the smoke and smoke all over the street. After five years of overseas secret missions, life and death were like drinking water. At the end of the day, I got a red book with "honorable discharge" and a resettlement fee that was enough to survive in this shitty place for a few years.
