Wutong Lane in the east of the city.
A cold rain fell from the sky, and an oil-paper umbrella swirled down, dropping clear water droplets that obscured the figures of two young men walking side by side.
The bluestone slabs were broken and uneven, reflecting hazy light and shadows, and were trampled under the feet of leather shoes and boots.
On the eaves of the wall, dense grass leaves spread out in patches, exuding a light green color.
The two stopped in front of a small door deep in the alley. Miscellaneous waste was piled on the side, with traces of moisture all over.
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