I don't know when rumors spread around the village like a plague, and the person they talked about was none other than our childhood child Wang "Wang Luo". At first I didn't care about the women's gossip after dinner. As long as they thought about whose salt shaker had fallen over, they could talk about it all afternoon. I've long since gotten used to it.
But one day, the bad guy they said came back at the intersection of the road that took me away from my childhood. His face made me unable to believe it. I expected him to clarify things that were completely impossible, but he said nothing.
We met again at night and drank for three rounds. He took me into an industry I had never heard of. There are people there that I can't understand. I can't blame them for anything. I just can't understand them. It's just a story without any emotion.
Concept: Some things seem simple, but we don't know what will happen if we are involved in them.