In countless silent and short autumns, Fatong's mixed limbs rode the wind and casually walked from the long streets through the narrow alleys, through endless dust, mud and hundreds of fireworks, giving people the bleak coldness.
Also in the wind of the old street, there is the wandering and friendly Xipi Erhuang. The romances and legends from Wu Zixu to Yang Silang are compiled into Chu and Han tunes, traveling along the years and people; from the hometown street whose name has been lost to the concession, step by step from the familiar to the unfamiliar sea of people, I don't know when they will stay for those who are interested.
Intention: Companionship and mutual understanding between little people, search for and persistence of self-worth