The car started towards downtown, and until they reached the city center, Hua Qingyi hadn't explained to Xiao Lin who those people were. "Are you sure you don't need me to go with you?"
"You'll only bring trouble if you come along; I'm not going to fight," Xiao Lin said as he closed the door, crossed a street nearby, and the dark world was right before his eyes.
It was still twilight, and on the narrow road, an old man was pushing a cart, sweeping the pavement. All year round, he never missed a day, whether in wind or rain. At exactly the right time, you'd see the old man's silhouette, like a clock going off at an exact minute, cleaning the little street until it's spotless, with no strange odors.
