As soon as I opened my eyes and lay down in the unfamiliar courtyard, outside the window, Mrs. Jia Zhang was chatting with her aunt about Jia Dongxu returning to work. The cold wind blew in through the cracks in the window, so I put on my cotton-padded jacket with frayed cuffs and walked outside. The memory in my mind tells me that this courtyard is called Qinman Siheyuan, and I just came here. From today on, I live here. Let's first see if Jia Dongxu can come back alive today.
Reader comments
I couldn't bear it, but the thunder was loud, the raindrops were light, and I felt aggrieved, not happy at all.
Written stories are all good. , But there is no mature uncle sound.
I couldn't bear it, but the thunder was loud, the raindrops were light, and I felt aggrieved, not happy at all.
Written stories are all good. , But there is no mature uncle sound.