Fang Yi paused for a moment at the door, then walked down the stairs.
Suddenly, Fang Yi saw the Phoenix brand bicycle parked below the stairway, an old-fashioned bike with an iron bar across between the seat and the handlebar.
This was a bicycle Fang Yi found at a bike shop and had been riding it ever since, until Kong Qingxu and Tang Xiaoyu ran over it with their car, which led to Fang Yi giving them a sound lesson.
Fang Yi couldn't bear to part with this old-fashioned bar-framed bicycle, so he repaired it himself and left it under the stairway, not riding it again.
Seeing it now, Fang Yi had a sudden impulse and pulled out the bicycle, riding it out of the old neighborhood.
As he rode the old-style bicycle on the road, the city's nightlife was dazzling, with streetlights shining brightly, hardly needing a bike light to navigate.
The weather was nearing winter, getting colder, and Fang Yi had put on a jacket.
