Thinking of today, November 22, as a good day, Xu Shu had made his way back to Xinyang Apartments at 2,8 through the north gate. It was nearly seven in the evening, and the moon hung high in the sky.
The residents here came and went, and once in a while, you could see young couples walking with their children, occasionally catching a whiff of the pungent chili oil scent on them.
Calculating the time, it had been almost two years since his foster father had fallen ill, and they had moved into this decrepit, quadrangle-shaped cheap apartment.
Xu Shu walked all the way back to his home on the 4th floor, residing on the left side.
He had initially wanted to check at apartment 404 across the hall to see if anyone with the last name "Gu" had been looking for him today, but seeing seven or eight pairs of shoes smeared with fresh chicken and duck manure on their shoe cabinet, he assumed they had guests over and decided not to disturb them.
"Click~"
