The midday sun in the sky was hot, and the clouds were sometimes in the shape of mountains, and sometimes in a little white mist. In the beautiful forest under the sunlight, breezes blew on the trees.

Lan Shou was hanging on a tree, with his legs crossed, holding a roasted hare in his right hand and a nearly burnt cigarette in his left hand, with ashes falling to the ground. Doudou was intoxicated as he smelled the wild flowers on the road, a fragrance wafting through the ...