The old man in the room did not sleep, she sat at a square table covered with broken cloth, wearing a pair of heavy reading glasses on her face, and holding a pen in her hand to write something in a notebook.

The sound insulation of the old-fashioned house is not good, and the old man immediately heard the sound of the door closing from outside.

She paused slightly, then slowly got up, opened the door and walked out.

In the living room, the sun sat on the sofa,......

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