In his mind, a grid-like space appeared, and a feeling arose within him: as long as he thought about it, he could put the teapot in his hand into this space.,I grabbed it with my hand, and it actually pierced through. Although it looked yellow and orange, it was nowhere near as fine as the noodles ground to a powder in later times.,Looking back one last time, the mottled red door, the dilapidated lintel, and the bustling voices in the courtyard.。