In the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, Xu Damao kicked the door of the Red Star Courtyard in Nanluogu Lane and scolded Yang Weiguo for occupying the main house and asking Sister Qin's family to move in. The ten-year-old girl in the room was shivering in the corner. She had just cried and her tears were not dry yet. Yang Weiguo stood in front of the mourning hall, staring at the two black and white portraits, and the back of his head was still aching. One second he was working the night shift and was hit by a red sandalwood pestle, and the next second he was lying in this mourning hall. Outside, Xu Damao kicked the doorframe again, cursed and walked away. Yang Weiguo looked down at his hands, still holding half of the unburned paper money. He raised his hand to lock the door latch, turned around, knelt down, and patted the girl on the head: "Don't be afraid, the door is closed."
