The long street is noisy and noisy. A butcher with a machete raises his knife and picks flowers from the bones. An old lady selling flower shoes picks candles with needles. There is no work for hundreds of feet. Jian, always looking at the bun shop opposite, that little Xishi who can change nine faces with a single tear. At the end of the long street there is also a Donggui wine shop, and there is a young boy who makes wine in it. That boy... is really just a The wine maker. He has twelve cups of wine, but no one comes to drink. There is only one drunk man in white sitting in the store, holding a long gun. drunk spring breeze.