lt;lt;lt;Reborn Soar

There was a shrunken sack at the bottom of the tank. When I picked it up, it weighed four or five pounds, and it was full of noodles.,The one who boils water, the one who cooks, adults, children making a fuss, all chaotic.,Looking back one last time, the mottled red door, the dilapidated lintel, and the bustling voices in the courtyard.。