"I'll go with you." He Siping put down his bowl and chopsticks and said with a smile, "I've just about finished eating anyway."
The two of them walked out of the inn and onto the street. In Tongluo City, it was windy year-round, and the rammed-earth road surface, stirred up by the constant wind, was lightly dusted with a layer of sand.
About twenty percent of the shops along the street had their doors tightly shut; some had even boarded up their doors and windows. They looked as if they had closed down for good.
