A few hours ago, Wang Daji didn't go out just to buy roast duck. He couldn't hold it in any longer.

Rushing downstairs, he vomited violently underneath a tree. There was blood within his vomit and a bitter taste of bile was left in his mouth. He punched the tree angrily with tears in his eyes.

He lit a cigarette for himself. The more he puffed, the more bitter the taste of bile in his mouth was, so he simply threw his cigarette away.

Wang Daji strolled outside and went to a roast duck restaurant. He asked for a whole roast duck and some peanuts. After thinking about it, he asked for the pig brains and pork legs as well.

Wang Daji knew that he didn’t have many days left and that every meal might be his last, but he really liked this new friend very much. He was upright, resolute,...