Taigong Street.
The morning sunlight splashed upon the street, casting everything in a golden hue, a rare fine weather in winter, the warm sunshine also brought a comfortable and peaceful atmosphere to the entire street.
After a leisurely stroll for more than ten minutes, Uncle Jes finally arrived at the front of his fruit store from home.
Although it was only a seven- or eight-hundred-meter journey, life in the EF district was just like this, unlike the tense, fast pace of the AB district. Here, the pace of life was slow, always with a hint of laziness.
"These little punks, messing around again," Uncle Jes muttered to himself as he looked at the "Eye of Taigong" graffiti on the front shutter door.
He did not remove it, however, because one would realize that every shop on the street had the same pattern. Even if he cleaned it off, it would quickly be drawn again.
