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The midsummer sun bounces on the peeling old walls, pushing the scorching heat toward the small courtyard in waves. Although there is a patch of green wall-creepers and a shady grape trellis in the courtyard, it still cannot withstand the heat wave. Liu Fu poured a basin of water on the ground in front of the door every now and then. She wanted to deliberately create a cooling effect so that the newly moved compatriots would feel cool. This is a small courtyard with no rules. One end is against the high wall of the government compound, and the other end is next to the alley, growing in a strip shape. The door opening is inlaid with thick wood. The patterns carved in the early years are still vaguely visible. The putty has been peeled off. The door is very heavy and cannot be pushed by the wind. The first time Liu Fu walked into this doorway, he felt a sense of vicissitudes of life. In Beijing, there are many such small courtyards within the Second Ring Road. Liu Fu was introduced to rent a bungalow in this small courtyard not long ago.