Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
...
The dazzling fireworks burst over Brooklyn, this unprecedented spectacle making every passerby stop, look up, and marvel:
"It's so beautiful, I've never seen so many fireworks!"
"Who is setting off so many fireworks in Brooklyn? Isn't this not allowed?"
"Maybe some young master trying to please a beauty, haha, we are lucky to witness such beautiful fireworks in Brooklyn!"
November 2, 1952.
That night, it seemed like the entire Brooklyn population was looking up at the sky, enjoying the feast of fireworks, bursting into their pupils with colorful lights.
Except for one person...
Who bowed his head.
With his back to the sky.
Walking aimlessly along the streets of Brooklyn, against the riverside where fireworks were being set off.
It was Lin Xian in all black, wearing a black felt hat.
The brim was pressed low, covering most of his face.
Perhaps he was the only person in Brooklyn not looking up at the fireworks.
