Cheng Ling saw that it was still early, so she planned to meet someone.
She took the bus first, and then walked to this alley.
The alley was paved with green stone slabs, which were smooth after decades of wind, rain, and trampling. Maybe it was because of the rain last night, many green sprouts emerged from the cracks of the wall.
Cheng Ling went into the tavern to buy a jug of Daughter Red. Then, she took a few turns along the alley to reach her destination.
The destination was an old house that had long not been repaired. Cheng Ling did not knock on the door, but pushed open the creaking old wooden door without asking permission.
The couplets on both sides of the wooden door were written by Cheng Ling. She had just stepped into the door when the voice of an old man was heard. It could be said that she had heard the voice before she saw him.
"Xiao Ling came to see me again?"
