In March 1951, it was still bone-chillingly cold in the capital. Zhang Laixi opened his eyes and saw the dusty roof beams. His back pressed against the cold earth wall and he shivered. The last image in his mind was the smoking keyboard in the Internet cafe and the electric current that numbed his bones. No, it wasn't his rental house with a monthly rent of 200 yuan. Suddenly a low voice came from outside the door, and a face poked through the crack of the half-open wooden door and peered in furtively. Zhang Laixi suddenly turned over half a step forward, and the man trembled in fright and turned and ran away. In this life, he is here!
Reader comments
The writing was messy at the beginning
It's a pity that the protagonist is a softie
Looking for a little wife in the fifties. It has to involve that bloody story in the human world! Not good experience
Wearing the skin of a courtyard, he fell in love with Yi Zhonghai in just two days, playing Go with others, saying that all his chess pieces are rooks, and killing a line straight away, is it interesting?
The writing was messy at the beginning
It's a pity that the protagonist is a softie
Looking for a little wife in the fifties. It has to involve that bloody story in the human world! Not good experience
Wearing the skin of a courtyard, he fell in love with Yi Zhonghai in just two days, playing Go with others, saying that all his chess pieces are rooks, and killing a line straight away, is it interesting?