There is a small courtyard with gray walls and black tiles in the alley of Shili Chang Street in the east of Beicheng. This courtyard has always been there and has been renovated numerous times. The person living there is a man named Beicheng Shisan.
Unfortunately, the gate is usually closed, and the owner of the yard can count on one hand the number of times he comes out a year. I don't know how long I stayed.
He is neither human nor God. I don't know when I existed and I don't know when I died.
There seem to be many stories in that yard...