But... Mom, you don't know. You're wrong, terribly wrong. The Lins, in my eyes, are nothing but a pack of dirt dogs! What am I, Lin, afraid of a pack of dirt dogs,Outside Beijing's southern suburbs, at an unnamed cemetery, Lin knelt before a nameless tombstone. With an emotionless expression, he set the yellow paper in his hand alight and placed it in the brazier.,Suddenly, the sound of a branch snapping echoed through this nameless cemetery.。