In a small and quiet alley in the south of the city, two young men in shabby clothes had just experienced a "fight" here, and both of them had bright faces. A teenager was holding a girl who looked about one year old in his arms, his face was dusty.
Another young man was holding a half-eaten large sesame cake and two or three ash-stained steamed buns, and he was holding a few old coats in his arms. His hair was a little messy from the gangster who had just "fighted" with him, but his face was not as dusty as the other boy's. Except for the punch he received on the face, which produced some blood, his face was actually clean.