In a spacious-private room in a large entertainment city in H City, four distinguished gentlemen were seated. A piano melody flowed gently around them, as soft as water. But the atmosphere nearby was rather eerily tranquil.
The reason for this was a set of photos that Mo Yan had just brought to the table.
There were two people in the photos, a man and a woman. The man was handsome and attractive, the woman modest and pure. The couple was strolling down the street hand-in-hand. Each snapshot seemed like a painting gifted by time - so beautiful that it made one's heart race.
But that wasn't the main point. The reason these men of a certain age were at a loss for words for so long was due to some of these photos.
