Under the window was a kang (a traditional Chinese heated bed), and the bedding on it hadn't been washed in ages. It was lumpy and had a strange smell.,Looking back one last time, the mottled red door, the dilapidated lintel, and the bustling voices in the courtyard.,Silly Zhu, Xu Damao, the three masters of the front, middle, and back courtyards, and that scoundrel Jia Zhangshi.。