A simple summary: a story about a group of young people and several old houses in the middle of summer one year.
The so-called old houses have experienced more than a hundred years of wind and frost. Several generations of people have lived here, and generations of people have lived here, leaving countless traces of life.
Every beam, every column, every tile, all silently tells the story of this place.
Funny, weird, and unsolvable, these stories will be shared with you.
PS. This is a short story used by the stupid author to practice writing. Some of the plots are derived from the stupid author's own experience or the real experiences of his classmates and many seniors.
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