Of course, this was just a small song Wang Ming sang on his way home from work. Wang Ming didn't take it seriously and continued walking through the still-hot evening sun towards a famous slum in Xi District of City A.,"Damn it, I even ate the last piece of candy last night," Wang Ming said with an empty candy wrapper in his hand, his voice filled with endless melancholy.,On the second day, in a inconspicuous corner of newspaper in city A, there was such a small news item.。