Although there is no snow falling in the capital in November, the weather is cold.
Li Yuan stood at the gate of No. 95 Courtyard of Nanluogu Lane, looking at the old Yan Cuisine Shop with the plaque removed and the increasingly mottled gate, his face was pale.
Silly Column stood beside him, sighed and said, "It will only be half a year. First, the second uncle has disappeared, and then the third uncle has disappeared. Well, the three brothers went down here to have a reunion this time. After June, Aunt Jia also left."
Zhao Jinyue said beside him, "Yuanzi, it must be you, a stack of photos of a family, hey! The old people held them before they died..."
"Fuck you!"
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