Shen Mochen pedalled his bicycle and hurried back home. At the beginning, the speed was not too fast, but it was as fast as wind and lightning within half a minute. Roadside green belts and shops are swept back, leaving cars and pedestrians behind. The night wind was blowing through him, spilling his bangs and ruffling his collar, and he was speeding. Within five minutes, the bike pulled up under an old flat. The grey glazed brick walls of the old house were stained with oil and black, and th...
