A thousand families are like a chessboard, and twelve streets are like vegetable plots.,The boy on the rooftop, however, remained unmoved, with his head tilted back as if lost in thought.,He was of a sturdy build with thick eyebrows and large eyes. His youthful face, which still held a hint of immaturity, seemed to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. He wore a thin robe, his figure was not particularly imposing, but solid and broad-shouldered.。