Chen Xi's voice came through the phone, and everyone felt a bit of a pang in their hearts.
Song Tan pondered for a moment: "So, all these years, Chen Chi has always lived in that same room, unchanged?"
She asked on the phone: "Is your family poor?"
Chen Xi was silent.
Poor? Not exactly rich, but just like an average rural family today, not particularly poor either.
In fact, when his grandparents passed away one after another when he was ten, their family even rebuilt a flat-roofed house. Later, he stayed in the army for a long time and regularly sent money back each month.
When he returned, they already had a big yard and a two-story house.
But his grandparents' old yellow mud brick house became more and more dilapidated, leaking, collapsing, and on the verge of falling apart...
When he went back, village officials tried to persuade him, saying it was unsafe and affected the village's appearance, suggesting it be demolished sooner rather than later.
