Under the window was a kang (a traditional Chinese heated bed), and the bedding on it hadn't been washed in ages. It was lumpy and had a strange smell.,Du Fei pondered for a while, but still didn't understand. His stomach rumbled even louder, so he had to put the bracelet back first.,Looking back one last time, the mottled red door, the dilapidated lintel, and the bustling voices in the courtyard.。