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.,What Wang Ming didn't realize was that the moment the walnut shell hit the ground, it transformed into countless specks of dust, scattered by the wind and vanished from this world, as if there had never been any evidence of its existence.,In less than three minutes, he finished a large plate of fried rice and, after patting his belly contentedly, leisurely went back.。