摘要
It’s a trek up to the third floor to Mint Space,on Xingsheng Lu.It is virtually deserted when we walk in,so we decide to sit down at a wooden table nearest to the door.We appear to have company though.Our table companion is a stuffed pencil,glaring back at us with droopy,accusing eyes.He also might be pointing his middle finger at us,but we just can’t be sure.Does he have four,or five fingers?
