Chapter 103: The Ordinary People who Invented the Charm of Spring Winds
Night, under the Huacheng Bridge across the river.
For the longest time, the bridge under the river has become a home for many homeless people, and many illegal lodgings have been crafted indiscriminately under the bridge.
Shacks built of iron sheets and wooden boards barely shelter anyone from the wind and rain.
After the Sun began to change and the number of urban legends increased sharply, the place was completely abandoned. The hastily crafted shacks were still there, but the residents had long since disappeared.
Which was wonderful for a vagrant like Gu Qianqian.
After hunting down the urban legend of an old man who haunts the bridge at night, she took over and called this place her nest.
The night was dark, and she extinguished the bonfire she had just made for herself.
The two iron sheets of the shack were supported by wooden beams that leaned against the wall. No doors, but a decent shed for a woman like her.
She sat cross-legged on the sofa she bought secondhand, carefully counting the wages she earned from the odd jobs she had done the past week.