Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

"Hey, we're finally here. I'm so tired. I can finally get some sleep. Hey, Di Ge, there's only one room here. How are we going to sleep?"

Liang Zan put his luggage on the dusty square table, stretched himself, moved his elbows to relax his muscles, and looked around. Suddenly, he found that there was only one room on the left. There was a small kang next to the window in the room.

There is a cabinet next to the kang, also covered with cobwebs.

The house outside was so shabby that if a thief broke in, he would have to throw in two coins before leaving.

No, his brother Di is also a big shot, he is not that poor, right?

Besides, how to sleep is a big problem.

Di Ge + him, the probability of him being kicked to the ground by Di Ge is greater.

Di Ge + Jing Zhi, they haven't reached that level yet.

He + Jingzhi, he might be... beaten to death.

Just when his handsome face wrinkled and he looked around, not knowing what to do, Jingzhi spoke.

"How should we sleep? Just like the opera troupe does. We have our own bedding, and don't we have a chair?"

She hooked a few chairs over with her feet and slammed them together, then gestured downwards, "Here, wipe them clean and move them against the wall. It'll become a small bed, right?"

Liang Zan was a little surprised, but she adapted quickly.

But he couldn't be too picky in someone else's house, so he shrugged his shoulders and went out to fetch water.

Jingzhi was walking around observing the surroundings, and Erdi followed closely behind her, saying a little embarrassedly:

"I haven't been back for a long time. No one is home, so it's a little dirty."

Jingzhi didn't care much. She picked up a bamboo pole by the wall, shook off the dust on it, and then walked out of the house with it.

He asked, "What are you doing?"

Jingzhi placed the bamboo poles on the branches of two trees in the yard, then turned around to explain to him:

"Liang Zan will come back later to fetch some water and clean it up. Tomorrow morning we can hang out the quilts. They've been floating on the water for over half a month, and they smell musty."

She pointed to his large package and said:

"And yours, there are still medicine stains on the sheets. They smell like Chinese medicine. I'll take them off and wash them for you tomorrow."

Erdi looked at her with a very soft expression.

At this moment, he had only one thought - she seemed... the hostess here.

Seeing him step out of the door frame and follow him out of the yard, Jingzhi waved at him again:

"Don't come out. It's very windy outside at night. I'm going to borrow some paper from the neighbor next door."

He wondered, "Why do you want to borrow paper? I have paper."

Jingzhi curled his lips and pointed to the window of his room that looked out onto the yard and said:

"The window is just a wooden frame. You have to paper it up, or you'll catch a cold. And your paper...you don't mean your book, do you?"

Erdi was unhappy and didn't say anything.

Jingzhi dusted off her hands and walked out of the fence, saying to him:

"Don't tear up your books. I'll be back soon!"

Erdi was holding onto the door frame, staring blankly at the slender figure that was gradually moving away in the moonlight, when she suddenly heard a creaking sound from the door next door. She instantly remembered the person living next door, so she curled her lips, quickly retracted her foot, and closed the door with a clang.

Jingzhi, who had just walked outside the fence next door, heard the sound and looked back.

Wow, it’s locked up really tightly.

Has he been ill for so long that he has become autistic and doesn't even want to see strangers?

Just as she turned around to look, the door of the house next door opened and a girl about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a round and cute face and two pigtails came out.

Seeing the graceful Jingzhi, she was amazed, but also cautious and asked softly, "Who are you?"

Jingzhi smiled and waved at her to explain his purpose:

"Hello, little sister. I just came from next door. It's late and the market is far away. The paper on my window is torn, so I thought I'd come to your house to buy some paper."

The little girl took a few steps forward, looked toward the next door with some doubt, scratched her head and said:

"I clearly heard a man's voice just now."

Jingzhi smiled and leaned against the fence and said:

"Yes, there are three of us. My... sweetheart is sick and can't get some fresh air, so isn't that why we're so anxious to get two pieces of paper?"

As she spoke, she took out a few copper coins from her bosom, pinched them in her palm, and stretched her hand in: "Here, I don't want it for free, I'll give you money."

The little girl waved her hand, a blush rising on her round face: "It's okay, just a few pieces of paper, I'll get them."

As she spoke, she glanced at Jingzhi in the moonlight again before turning back to get the paper, muttering softly as she walked:

"White hair, very strange, but when he smiles he looks very pretty."

Suddenly, a powerful voice came from inside the room: "Sister, what's so strange?"

"Dad, it's nothing. I'm going to go out and close the chicken coop."

"Okay, come back after you've locked it up. It's cold at night."

The girl thought to herself, isn't her uncle's house next door? The sister just mentioned her lover, could it be... her uncle's wife? Is her uncle sick?

Soon, she took a few sheets of rice paper and a bowl of paste, stepped out of the doorway, and walked to the fence:

"Here, here you go. You don't have to return the bowl. Just don't let my dad know."

Jingzhi took the thing, quickly stuffed the copper coin into her hand, and then walked back quickly:

"I know, sister, I remember your name. My name is Jingzhi. Please take care of me in the future."

As she walked, she was still thinking about what her sister had just said. Could it be that her father was difficult to get along with?

Before reaching the front of the house, she heard a creaking sound, and the two wooden doors in front of her opened a crack. There was a kerosene lamp lit in the room, and the light was a little dim. However, Jingzhi saw Erdi's dark eyes through the crack in the door.

Tsk, after he got sick, his temper became even weirder.

She curled her lips, holding the rice paper in one hand and the bowl of paste in the other, and pushed the door open with the back of her hand. As soon as she stepped in, Erdi knocked on her door.

She pressed herself against the door, her face turned to the side, avoiding his mouth. She was afraid that the paper in her hand would be punctured, so she could only use the back of her hand holding the bowl to push away his chest, and shouted in a stern but weak voice: "You, what are you doing? Go away! The paste is going to be poured out!"

Erdi's chest rose and fell vigorously twice. She looked at her slightly red face with deep eyes and said slowly:

"Xiaozhi, I just heard... everything."

Jingzhi almost held his breath and said, "I heard it, so hurry up and leave. There's a lot of work to do."

Suddenly, she was pecked on the side of her face. She turned her head and stared at Erdi, who had already moved away. After a while, she stammered, "You, you! Who allowed you to kiss me?"

As if she was angry and embarrassed, she hooked her foot over the basket on the ground and threw it towards him.

Erdi took it steadily, placed it on the square table, and took a step closer to Jingzhi.

She was a little flustered, holding something tightly in her hand. She turned around and stepped out of the door frame.

"Still coming? Don't think I won't hit you just because you're sick."

Erdi was a little frustrated, but in the blink of an eye, she suddenly smiled, her eyes full of deep affection:

"You said...I am your sweetheart."