Many years later, when Zhang Yingjie was schizophrenic, riddled with sexually transmitted diseases, and penniless in a garbage dump in New York, he recalled that when he walked into a Rolex watch store, the salesperson was smiling and talking softly. He vaguely remembered the feeling of stepping on the clouds.
But the next second, the breath of death came over the floor. In his favorite winter in New York, the pus from his rotten penis was frozen into ice slag. There was no good clothes on his body. And his firewood cannot escape the fate of becoming ashes in the winter.
Concept: A story about an anti-tyrannical president who fell in love with me. An anti-prince and princess story. A story directed at willfulness and gloom. A story about destiny.