There is an old rattan chair under the banyan tree in the courtyard. It was moved from the Wei family on the third floor. It's a bit wobbly when you sit on it.
Huo Sheng sat there for a while every afternoon, smoking and watching the sky.
The two halves of the police badge hung together around her neck, the red string had been replaced countless times, and the H. W on the back was almost worn out.
Someone asked her who she was waiting for.
She doesn't speak.
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