Lin Xiaoshan was reborn at eighteen. He’d dropped out of school, but gave up his chance to find work in a big city. He sold the motorcycle he’d bought to show off and replaced it with a beat-up secondhand pickup, then hit the road selling goods from village to village. But gradually, he noticed something strange. Lin Xiaoshan: “I’ve been to fifty villages today. How come nobody’s bought a thing?” He stood at the crossroads and slowly turned around, only to see thick clouds of smoke rising in the distance. An old woman wore spiked shoes, sparks flying from their soles...
