Bang! Bang! Bang!
The watchman walked through the alley, banging his bamboo stick, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's three o'clock at Yinshi, everything is fine——"
Lu Wushuang jumped up from the hard bed.
Cold sweat soaked his coarse cloth jacket, and his chest heaved violently. He stared at the morning light leaking in through the broken window lattice.
Wrong.
He had obviously been hanged from the beam of the City God's Temple last night.
The suffocating feeling of his throat being tightened by the hemp rope was still clear. The last thing he saw in front of him was paper money on the floor - the paper figures and horses he had tied up with his own hands. They were smashed to pieces by debt collectors, and the colorful pieces of paper were mixed in the muddy water.
But now...
Lu Wushuang jumped out of bed barefoot, the cold ground making him shiver. He rushed to the door and yanked open the creaking wooden door.
In the morning fog, there was a mess in front of his "Luji Paper Shop".
The half-tied paper sedan was trampled and its frame collapsed. Gold and silver ingots were scattered on the floor. The heads of two boys and girls rolled on the threshold, with strange blush on their faces.
Exactly the same as in memory.
