Liu Guangtian's voice echoed back and forth in the alley.
Silent, no one answered.
The Hutong in this section is the back wall between the two courtyards.
The road is not wide, that is, the width of two tricycles side by side.
By the moon that appears from time to time and is sometimes obscured by clouds in the sky.
Li Mao, who was shaken into the car body by the sudden accident just now, climbed out to see the traces on the ground.
A ring of tire belt with glass ballast, rust nails, and some strange sharp objects.
Although I drank the wine, it shook when the cold wind blew.
But not