[Welcome to the human theater deep in the alley]
A stranger moved into the courtyard with gray bricks and gray tiles.
As soon as Ren Feng, the delivery boy, pushed open the peeling paint door, he was hit by the sound of mahjong played by three aunts and six wives.
The widow next door always poked the clothes drying pole into his window sill, and the retired professor downstairs always played "Er Quan Ying Yue" out of tune late at night, until he saw Beiyao's moon-white cheongsam hanging to dry swaying under the locust tree - when the take-out box and the guqin score met under the pomegranate tree, the explosion of firewood, rice, oil and salt turned into the most mellow aging wine.
Invincible! ! !