He said, with a lifetime of glory as a betrothal, with a beautiful city as a gift, promise me a lifetime of stability. Across the street, I twitched the corner of my mouth, he was slightly drunk, behind the flaming kapok, open tea, people were rushing on the street, looking at me at one end of the street and him at the other end of the street, some people had already picked up their mobile phones. I was taking pictures of us two strange men who couldn't afford to be embarrassed and were about to turn around and leave. The man behind me stopped my steps with a heart-wrenching "Yunlang". I sighed up to the sky and walked to the opposite side of him who was carrying a ball of mud on his back. The night couldn't hide my growing smile...