The roof was covered with yellowed old newspapers, the walls were mottled, and the windows weren't made of glass, but were grimy paper panes.,As they bumped into each other, Du Fei greeted him as usual. A large chunk of new memories flooded his mind, causing him to furrow his brow.,The one who boils water, the one who cooks, adults, children making a fuss, all chaotic.。
