In the alley.
The doors of the two ancient houses opened opposite each other.
From time to time, there was a cool breeze, overflowing from the courtyard, blowing to the tips of the hair, blowing the weeds on the ancient stone path one after another.
"Young man, what's your name? I don't seem to remember anymore." The woman turned her head, and the water in the bucket rippled.
"Sheng Bei." Standing back to face against her, Ye Bei still told her calmly.
The woman replied softly, "Oh!"
Soon, the woman seemed to think of something again, "Young man, I probably remember that in your yard, no one has been here for almost 80 years. The person who lived there in the past looked very much like you. Are you his descendant?"
"If you think it is, then it is. If you think it is not, then it is not." Ye Bei uttered.
