"Hey, look, this is our Ji Family's old house." Ji Shuanglin pointed at a dilapidated stone and adobe house ahead. "After your grandparents passed away, no one lived here. I come back every two years to repair it, but a house without residents decays quickly."
Recalling past events, Ji Chuan sighed, time waits for no one.
Grandfather had already passed away, and in the blink of an eye, he was already in his thirties.
"Qingmei, open the door. Let Yan Huan see our courtyard." Ji Shuanglin had already considered Yan Huan part of the family.
The ancestral home, naturally, was something she should see.
With a key, Meng Qingmei opened the rusty iron lock. Accompanied by the creaking sound of the wooden door, the years of dust unfolded before Yan Huan's eyes.
Several peach trees were planted in the courtyard, which was kept very clean, and the doors and windows were spotless. From a distance, it didn't appear to have been uninhabited for long.
