Yunnan, Qishui Town (a fictional place).
Ling Yin drove the bumpy car slowly and finally stopped at the village entrance.
Hua Hua’s outfit today was unusual, a sexy white casual outfit with a belt on her tight long pants adorned with a string of tal pendants, loosely hanging as an ornant, giving her walk a rhythmic touch.
"Brother Ling, is your ancestral ho in this town?"
Hua Hua was curiously dragged by him along the bumpy dirt road. Maybe it rained yesterday, there were many puddles on the road, occasionally people passed by on motorcycles or electric scooters, and so were even leading cattle, seemingly off to farm work.
"No, my ancestral ho is in Zhejiang, but..." Ling Yin paused, "but I spent most of my childhood here, this is your hotown."
Hua Hua raised an eyebrow, ignoring him.
"Little Chu, do you rember this road?" Ling Yin asked him.
"I keep telling you I’m not your Little Sister Chu, and if you keep saying that I’ll be mad!" Hua Hua retorted stubbornly.
But he truly tried hard to recall, alas, he could not rember anything, this sowhat remote town left no impression on him, perhaps he was too young back then to rember anything.
"How are we not there yet?" After walking for twenty minutes, Hua Hua couldn’t keep up, "Why did you park the car at the entrance? Clearly, the car could fit through."
Ling Yin replied, "Wanted to relive this road."
Well, that’s a typical case of self-inflicted misery, commonly known as self-abuse!
Finally, they stopped in front of a two-story villa, Ling Yin took his hand and took a deep breath, "We’re here."
"There’s no one at ho." Hua Hua stood at the entrance, peeking inside, the iron gate was locked from the outside.
Ling Yin fished out a key from his pocket and unlocked the courtyard gate, "This yard was bought back by five years ago and has been locked ever since. I co here once a year during Qingming, so it’s sowhat dirty."
Indeed, it was dirty, the courtyard was filled with cobwebs, and the grass grew thick.
Hua Hua covered his nose, hiding behind Ling Yin, swatting away cobwebs.
"Why didn’t you hire soone to manage it after buying it back? Getting soone to watch over would be good too."
"I don’t like outsiders coming and going." Ling Yin pushed open the door again with the key, unlocking the door. The thick dust on the Eight Immortals table in the living room was apparent, Hua Hua covered his nose, not knowing where to sit, ran a loop, and stood outside in the courtyard.
In the courtyard there was a well, Ling Yin rolled up his sleeves, drew cool water from the well, seemingly preparing for a thorough house cleaning.
"Co over and help." Ling Yin said.
Hua Hua looked at his pristine white shirt, then at the dusty room and the cobwebs he occasionally encountered, hesitated to act.
Ling Yin said again, "We’re staying here tonight, if you don’t help, you’ll end up sleeping with the spiders."
Hua Hua sprang up, "Why are we staying here? Aren’t we going back to the hotel?"
Ling Yin smiled slyly, "No, we’re staying here tonight."
"I won’t do it! No one’s lived here for years, there’s no life at all, aren’t the quilts damp?"
Ling Yin noted the sunny day and reminded him, "You better take out the quilts and let them dry, chase away the mildew, otherwise we really can’t sleep tonight."
Hua Hua, hearing this, was almost in tears.
He shouted loudly, "I’ve been tricked, I want to go back to the hotel!"
Ling Yin carried a basin of water over, mischievously flicked his hand, splashing water onto Hua Hua’s face, "Hang out the quilts to dry quickly, I’ll handle cleaning the house."
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