Northern Border God

For eight years, Jiang Ye every day and night, his heart yearns for the defiled child.,The first photo shows a young man with a pale face and vacant eyes sitting alone in the corner of a bar, silently drinking. His gaze is fixed on the dance floor, watching the wildly swaying young people, his eyes filled with struggle and indecision.,He and the fifth stood in the crowd, looking at a child who was waving a cabbage leaf around and shouting constantly, “Grandpa, aunts and uncles, brothers and sisters, look at the vegetables from my house! They’re especially fresh. I just picked them!”。