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Zhou Yizhen was dazed as she stood in the bus. Right up until the bus
stopped at the street corner and she got off and bought some vegetables at a
nearby vegetable plot on the way home, her train of thought was stuck in her old
house. She resolved to gradually disengage from any curiosity about that old
home.
