"Doctor Shen—"
"Doctor Shen is here again..."
In the hutong at the entrance of Zhuque Street, there were crowds of people early in the morning. As soon as Shen Qingyun walked in, there were greetings from all around.
"Doctor Shen is here again today to see the blind man Zhang."
When the young man selling sugar paintings saw her approaching, he smiled at her a long time ago: "Blind Zhang was waiting for you early in the morning."
Zhang Sheng is an old man, and his father only had him in his forties. The people nearby called Zhang Blind for decades, but after his father left, no one changed his tune and called him Zhang Blind again.
Zhang Sheng said that the people around here have eaten his bean curd for decades, and they cannot rest. Shen Qingyun went directly to his booth to see him
