The ragged old man squatted on the birch chopping block in front of the dilapidated house, sipped homemade shochu, smoked thick green toad smoke, narrowed his eyes and looked at the sunset that was about to fall into Changbai Mountain. He said to a child who was playing with a black dog and a white dog at the age of six or seven, "Floating life, the beast that most frightened the Northeast Tiger, is not a black blind man with rough skin.