Traveling to the courtyard house in 1965, his pocket was cleaner than his face. When the rooms were assigned, the whole hospital drew lots, and Li Weidong won the shabbiest wing in the backyard. The door panels are cracked, the window paper is torn, and mushrooms are growing in the corners of the walls. I squatted in the house and ate my steamed buns, and a drop of rainwater hit the bowl. I cursed, and a translucent gray space suddenly appeared in front of me. It was three acres of land, with a dry well and a half-collapsed earth temple.
