In the winter of 1960, No. 95, Nanluogu Lane, Sijiu City
Shen He woke up from the cold.
When I opened my eyes, I saw cobwebs on the mottled beams, and the newspaper covering the windows was stained with mildew, and the title "Big Steel Smelting" on it had faded. He sat up suddenly, and the coarse quilt slipped off, revealing his patched cotton jacket.
"This is..." His temples were throbbing, and memories came flooding back - he was originally a graduate student in the History Department in 2023, and he passed out while sorting out the "Beijing Residential Residence Examination" materials all night long.
Reader comments
I wrote a courtyard novel and turned it into a fantasy.
I wrote a courtyard novel and turned it into a fantasy.
I can't understand what's written
Very well written, full of punctuation marks