"Who is it?"
Zhou Changli was reading a novel on the kang of the gatehouse. Hearing the movement at the door, he couldn't help throwing the books that were going to be torn up on the kang, and shouted impatiently.
Since he threw the key to himself, he has never been free and works as a gatekeeper here every day.
Sometimes I have to ask my brother to replace me when I have something to do at home, because I'm afraid there will be a mistake here.
Or, I'm afraid that someone will suddenly come and see that he is not there, and it will be noisy.
But there is no bustle here, only the night is like a deep house with a huge mouth open, and I feel I don't want to sleep here at night