The door lock was already rusty, Xiao Changyi exerted great effort to open it.
As they pushed open the courtyard door, the courtyard felt empty and desolate, especially with its dilapidated appearance amplifying the desolation.
No matter how desolate it appeared, at this moment An Jing and Xiao Changyi's hearts were warm, tender, and full.
They walked into the courtyard without going inside the house, standing right in the middle, looking at everything in the courtyard. The memories of the two living here gradually surfaced in their minds. Inevitably, they exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with deep emotion.
After looking around the courtyard again, An Jing pulled Xiao Changyi over to the water pipe. The pipe was made of bamboo; originally it was the two of them who had connected bamboo to draw the mountain stream down.
Opening the stopper on the bamboo pipe, the stream water once again flowed down through the bamboo.
