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.,Lao Zhou's eyes held a hint of sympathy as he pointed to the north side of the textile mill:,Lao Zhou nodded in response, watching Du Ruo walk away with light steps before finally saying in a low voice:。