The Dongzhimen Tower towers majestically, with mottled blue-grey piers and stilts. The 1.85-Meter-tall figure stands among the crowd. He is wrapped in patchwork liberation uniforms and has strong bones. Uncle Zhang called me a mule and I turned my head and asked him to address me as Yi Chuanzong. My old father had lived in misery for the first twenty years and relied on the help of his neighbors for five years to survive. I patted the ashes on my shoulders and decided to start my life by looking for Dongzhimen. After entering the city, it's time to go to Lao Yi's house to identify himself.
