After passing through the gate and returning home, No. 66 Wutong Road still looked as familiar as ever—the things were cheap, but worked well enough; the decorations were a little old, but the place was fairly spacious. The house was warm, with bright lights and gleaming windows. The old television still hadn't frozen, and Eileen was sitting at the table, completely absorbed in some mindless variety show. The other Eileen had run into the living room as soon as she got home, climbed onto the coffee table, grabbed the remote, turned on the other television, and started following her urban drama.
To be honest, the little doll was rather impressive. Yu Sheng's brain felt like it was trembling after just one glance at the idiotic things she watched, yet she could split herself in two, watch both at once, and remain sane... No wonder her brain was so bad.
Huli ran to the kitchen and obediently washed her hands. When she came back, she carried half a sausage in her mouth and wandered into the living room, pulled out the old phone Yu Sheng had given her, and continued studying how to use the thing.
Yu Sheng changed his clothes. The sounds of the television's entertainment program reached his ears, along with Eileen's complaints about its idiotic plotlines and her giggles. Every so often, Huli complained that the doll's voice was too loud. Looking at the scene in the living room, Yu Sheng suddenly felt as if he were seeing something unbelievable.
He had already lived in this big house for two or three months. For most of those months, he had been thinking about when he could leave this place and return to the real home in his memories. But now, at this very moment, during these few minutes,