Wang Mingzheng was muttering to himself when a fifteen or sixteen-year-old walked towards him. He carried a backpack and had a pair of endearing dimples on his face, radiating youthful energy yet carrying an air of detachment.,Wang Ming looked around for the sound and saw a walnut, not too big nor too small, rolling on the ground. That's when he remembered where it had come from.,On the second day, in a inconspicuous corner of newspaper in city A, there was such a small news item.。