Pedro Langley looked up and saw a very ordinary gate, no different from what he had seen in passing before.
The gate to the courtyard was open, and noisy sounds came from inside.
They were all voices of old men.
Pedro Langley looked at Nora Scott in confusion, "Don't they ever sleep?"
"I don't know."
Nora Scott shrugged.
The two exchanged a glance and took a few steps forward, coming closer, able to glimpse a corner of the courtyard, and the sounds from inside became clearer.
"Ward, where's the glue? Give me some, mine's not sticking well."
"Sister-in-law must have taken it back. I'll go check the living room."
"Quinn, draw a mountain on my Kongming Lantern, White Snow Mountain. I was born near there."
"Bring the stove closer; the ink Quinn just ground is freezing."
...
The courtyard was quite a lively scene.
