After these days of cleaning and taking care of the old house, it is very different from when Zhong Nuanyang first saw it, just like a late old woman who has changed into a new outfit, which makes people awe and her eyes light up.

The time of the meeting was set by the village chief, and he informed the old employees of the oil mill, including Li Huasheng, as well as some interested villagers.

The old house of the Zhong family is the oldest and largest courtyard in the village, and it is also the most high-grade courtyard. There are a lot of old building materials handed down from the Yin and Qing eras, including the tiles at the door and the beasts on the eaves.

Walking back from the front yard, you can see a lot of partitions with different winds and brick walls at the back, which are left over from the changes of the previous years. I heard from the village chief that my grandparents were once kicked out of here because of historical problems, and it was only after the economic situation gradually improved that they bought their old house back little by little.

The courtyard inside also roughly follows the living habits of the older generation, a few in and a few out, there are new and old, only the attic at the back of the courtyard wall is still there when the grandmother married.

"Your dad used to read and play games here when he was a kid, and he didn't have any friends at the time, so he used to sit here alone with a book or guitar." The village chief pointed to an old locust tree in the courtyard, with an old root underneath, and weeds and moss growing next to it.

"In the past, there were five members of the Zhang family living here, but then the village gave them a homestead and moved out." The village chief pointed to a row of side houses next to him, and there were a bunch of things piled up outside: "Old Zhangtou, it's the old man who had bad legs and feet that day, their family used to work long hours for your grandparents, and his son is still working in your aunt's orange orchard." ”

Zhong Nuanyang nodded while listening, everything in front of her made her seem to see the silent and quiet appearance of her childhood father, she was very curious about what her father was thinking at that time, what he had experienced, and what kind of childhood memories he had.

"It's a big place here, let's just move a table and chairs for a meeting here." As he spoke, the village chief beckoned a few young people around him to prepare the things needed for the meeting, but Zhong Nuanyang had no opinion, so he went to Zhang Luo.

Su Feng was curiously observing around, this was the first time he had entered the old mansion, last time because of an emergency, he and Zhong Nuanyang returned to the city that night, and after visiting Lawyer Wang, they began to discuss the next things.

In the past few days, with Zhong Nuanyang's continuous rotation, his mental and physical strength has been in an instant emergency, and in this quiet courtyard, everything seems to have eased down.

Zhong Nuanyang and Su Feng felt the same, she glanced at him, and both of them tacitly left the busy people around them and walked towards the attic in the backyard.

"The last time I came back, I didn't even dare to come in." Zhong Nuanyang touched the murals on the cloister and said faintly.

Su Feng looked at Zhong Nuanyang's portrait painting of the four generations in the same hall, whitened her mood, and silently hugged her over: "If it were me, I would definitely not want to come in at that time." ”

"Do you think my grandparents would want to see me?" Zhong Nuanyang took a deep breath, raised his eyes to look at the antique attic in front of him, and felt that an invisible mountain pressed in his heart seemed to be about to come out.

Su Feng lowered his head and kissed her forehead: "Why not?" I guess I'll like it as much as I do. ”

Zhong Nuanyang's eyes lit up, and he raised his eyes to look at his dark and sincere eyes, and the snow in his heart seemed to melt most of it at once.