r half-collapsed adobe house at the foot of the mountain.An emaciated old man lay deep inside the mud-brick house, sleeping on a straw mat. Two broken bowls and a blackened aluminum pot sat beside him...brought them candies, wine, even the wild boar they hunted, remembering to bring so much meat. How could she not be likableNing Yuan patted her chest and smiled: "I'm scared too, but if we encounter w...