The roads on both sides narrowed from wide to narrow. Victor drove through the alleys and finally stopped in front of a small courtyard.
The eaves are plastered with white plaster, and the two sleeping ridges are vertically and horizontally folded together, like water ripples in the sunlight. Several pine trees were planted at the back of the courtyard. When the wind blows, they poke their heads out from under the eaves, like a touch of green rising from the white waves.
Victor parked the car and walked into the courtyard. When he passed the birdcage hanging in front of the courtyard corridor, he stopped and stretched out his hand to play with it.
The afternoon sun was warm and genial, and the courtyard was quiet. Victor gently opened the door and walked into the house. The person sitting in front of the coffee table raised his head.
The old lady wore reading glasses on the tip of her nose and was immersed in embroidering something. When she saw Victor, she was distracted for a moment, and the next second a huge smile broke out on her face, "Xiaozhou is here!"
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