Blaine Wei took some time off on Wednesday to go back home. He took the bus for nearly an hour, and when he got off in the old city, the sun was shining brightly.
Sweat broke out on his forehead. He took out his key and opened the iron gate downstairs in the community. The small advertisements posted on it had turned black and blended in with the dilapidated door.
The corridor was narrow and dim, and he walked up the stairs with ease, avoiding the dirt on the stairs. A middle-aged woman came down with a basket in her hand, and seemed to be going to buy vegetables. When she saw Blaine Wei, she raised her voice: "Xiao Wei, you are back!"
Blaine Wei has a good relationship with her neighbors and greets them with a smile: "Aunt Zhang."
Aunt Zhang was very enthusiastic, and the two chatted for a while, and he finally went home with a bag of apples.
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