The next morning, when Xu Xiangyang finished washing up, he walked out of the bathroom.
By then, Lin Xingjie had not left her room yet, and he planned to take out the garbage.
It was still dim outside, but the alley was already brimming with life. Students were at the end of their vacation, and most of them were lying in bed, but the elderly who lived in this alley got up very early as usual.
Some were fetching water, others were disposing of trash, and from some windows came the scent of cooking that awakened the hunger pangs, summoning the bugs of appetite.
Xu Xiangyang walked to the entrance of the alley and looked toward the skyline obscured by houses. He squinted and saw a halo of sunlight surging over the east mountain, clouds tinted in layers, with a dazzling dawn, heralding it a cloudless, perfect day for an outing.