That Boy

In the south of the world, there is a small county town. After leaving the southern city gate and walking up the Thirty-Six Mile Mountain Road, you will see a small but complete town. There is a small brothel in the town, and there is a young boy with a beautiful face. All day long, I do those little things that others sneer at. I always like to squat under the swaying locust tree and wander thousands of miles away, looking at the small mountain road, thinking about things outside the mountain, and dreaming of going to the big place called Jianghu outside the mountain.