In 1961, both parents died in South Tongluo Lane, leaving only a brother and a sister. The bottom of the tank was scraped clean and no food was available for several days. My sister was so hungry that she was so skinny that she dragged me by the hem of my clothes and called me brother, while the original owner succumbed to death in this shabby house. I clutched the empty bowl tightly and pushed open the courtyard door. The food in this yard cannot just be fed to those white-eyed wolves.
