Dirty Rain

The rain in Shaocheng is never used for washing. It will only soak out the hypocrisy, exhaustion and mud fermenting in this city little by little. After I retired from a big factory, I thought I could finally watch life with a cold eye: my marriage became cold, my business continued as usual, my desires had an outlet, and my dignity could still be maintained. Until one day, I realized that I didn't see everything. I just can't hold it anymore.