Bumping against the gun’s muzzle on one’s own accord
Editor: Translation Nation
When Sheyan caught sight of an old-fashioned and filthy building, like a crane amidst the flock of chickens, he heaved a sigh of relief. He had been afraid this symbolic building from his memories had also been demolished.
The Piggery Roll was a three-storey building. Its outer walls were devoid of ceramic tiles or plaster and were decorated with pure concrete. Of course, the cement had been eroded by the wind, as they were slowly peeled away to reveal motley red bricks behind. The cultural revolution style of its surface could be vaguely identified.
On the worn out door, was a crooked woven basket that was slightly damaged. The words ‘Roll, dry’ were written on it…..while the other words had faded from the winds and the battering rains.