Siheyuan: The Scrap Yard, Qin Huairu Throws Herself at Xu Damao

In the height of summer in 1961, the scrap warehouse at Red Star Steelworks was stifling as a steamer. Qin Huairu was cornered against a metal cabinet. After I shoved Xu Damao, the back of his head struck a machine, and he collapsed, stiff as a board. When he opened his eyes again, his gaze had changed. Rubbing the back of my head, I sat up and took a good look at the woman. I’d arrived in this courtyard at just the right time.