It was a small town that was ancient and decadent. I didn't know its name, but I called it Wuling. Everything started and ended in this small town. A blurry photo of a Shanghai singer, a ring that my grandmother had to protect when she went crazy, a story that my grandpa had not yet told, and an old woman hanging from a tree... When I ran wildly in such a night and saw the endless repetition of the same white walls and black tiles around me, everything in the town became strange...