On the last subway train, a three-foot-tall yellow man wearing a Chinese tunic suit asked me: "Brother, do you think we look like a human being?"
I said, "I think you look like a yellow man who wants to be sealed."
It exploded.
I added: "But I won't kill you. I will make you a guard dog for me."
I am Lin Mo, a graduate student in folklore. I was born with "open eyes" and can see the "doorways" of legends.
Others wait for death when they meet a legend, but I accept a dog when I meet a legend.
The yellow-skinned man acts like a dog, the paper man kowtows, and the shady man makes way for me.
The night watchman calls me a monster. I said: Monster? No, I am sir.
A gentleman who "sets the rules" for legends.
Until I saw the bloody words left by my parents who had been missing for three years in the deepest "hole":
"Stop being a gentleman. Being a gentleman will be written into the play in the end."
