回家(二 )# Prose - 散文.原创文学板
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Lily used to be my neighbour. We lived in a street with houses built through
prefabricated frames and made of concrete and steel. We were in a block of
twenty identical two storey houses with tiny front court yards. Mr. Chen was
the developer of our houses. I remember seeing him strutting around with a
black leather waist bag bearing a green crocodile logo, surveying the rice
field behind our houses. My village was only three miles away; when we first
moved in, I run up to the roof, trying to ma
prefabricated frames and made of concrete and steel. We were in a block of
twenty identical two storey houses with tiny front court yards. Mr. Chen was
the developer of our houses. I remember seeing him strutting around with a
black leather waist bag bearing a green crocodile logo, surveying the rice
field behind our houses. My village was only three miles away; when we first
moved in, I run up to the roof, trying to ma