He lives in the south room, Ye Tian remembered him; it was the man he beat up during breakfast, seems his name was Chuanzi.
Chuanzi, wearing a black coarsely woven cotton pants and jacket, donned a dogskin hat, wrapped up like a sticky rice dumpling. This was the standard attire for old Beiping natives in winter, warm, definitely won't freeze.
Both of Chuanzi's hands were tucked into his sleeves as he asked, "Do you want to know who did it?"
Ye Tian glared, "You know?"
"Know."
"Speak!"
Chuanzi stopped talking, looking around at the people, so many peering through the windows, all nosy commoners enjoying the chaos. The mess amused them, no way they'd help. Ye Tian grasped his meaning, picked up a lath leaning against the wall, and roared, "All fuck off, what are you looking at! Keep looking and I'll gouge out your eyeballs!"
"Who are you to tell us, this isn't your house..."
