"You will tidy up that room of ours which we do not use and put a board on the brick bed first to let burn it for a few days." Changsheng's mother thought about it and said to her son.
"Ma, what are you doing all that for?" Changsheng raised his head. Why were they clearing out the old room without rhyme or reason? They were not going to live there. If they were not living in it, why were they tidying it up? Moreover, he had to heat up the entire brick bed.
