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Many years later, Zhou Jianming still couldn't forget the cloud he saw in Linyi, a small town in southern Shandong Province at dusk. It was like a boy's ribs, skinny as wood, related to wings and flying, and it contained some kind of inspiration and guidance. To this day, he is still amazed by its indescribability and the unfathomable depth of the sky behind it. There seemed to be an invisible hand hidden between the sky and the clouds, full of irresistible power, guiding him back to the Normal University that he could not place in his memory. When the new students entered school, Fat San was assigned to the upper bunk near the window of Dormitory 416 in Meiyuan. Because they arrived late, the other two upper berths had already been taken over by two boys from the Northeast. Fat San was about to make the bed when Jian Ming walked in, grabbed Fat San's legs and said, "Can you change? I can't get used to the lower bunk." His tone was flat and penetrating.

There are no Aimaren or Louis Vuitton here, no revolving restaurants, Haitian feasts, and no "BMWs, beautiful cars, and beautiful ladies coming" here. Here are a group of young people with flesh and blood, their love and hate, tears and laughter, pursuit and escape, affection and hysteria, and nothing else...