At this time, the capital city in Du Ruo's eyes bore obvious traces of the times. Most pedestrians wore clothes in black, gray, and blue. The buildings were low and short, with walls that were mottled and dilapidated. Occasionally, a small car could be seen driving down the street, but the ringing of bicycle bells was constant, light and pleasant to the ear.,Unable to resist Wang Hongxia, Du Ru could only agree and packed her bags to come to Beijing.,Walk along the road, turn left at the second intersection, and...。