This place...
How should I describe it? It's desolate, truly desolate. The nearest town is one hundred and forty kilometers away in a straight line, and buying vegetables requires Mr. Zheng to ride his motorcycle to the town the day before; he wouldn't return until the following afternoon.
Oh, right, Mr. Zheng is the old man working as the security guard. He originally was a mushroom farmer from around here, but as he got older, he got tired of doing it. Just when the school was being founded and they said they needed a gatekeeper, he took the job. It's been over a month now, and Gu Tao was the first person he met.
