Tuòruo trudged with her luggage from the back of the car to the doorstep, the foul smell inside disappearing. Tuòruo couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling as if she had finally survived.,The capital city of the 1960s was nowhere near as colorful, bustling with traffic, and glittering as it is in later times.,The old man stared at Du Ruo for a few seconds, then muttered with a thoughtful expression:。