There are many cobwebs hanging on the beams, with sunlight faintly streaming through the gaps.
"Rehman!"
"Rehman!"
With the man's two calls, an eight or nine-year-old boy ran out from the inner room.
The boy had big eyes, his eyelashes fluttering, and he stared curiously at Qi Yun.
The man pointed at Qi Yun, and then said a few words in Uighur to the boy, who nodded and timidly looked at Qi Yun, and in somewhat awkward Chinese asked, "Uncle, my dad asks if you repair houses?"
Qi Yun flashed a kind smile, nodded, and replied, "Yes, we're from the neighboring village, repairing houses for people. We saw bricks and sand at your door and wondered if your house needs repairs."
He was worried they wouldn't understand, so he deliberately slowed down his speech.
After listening, the boy blinked and then turned to translate for his father.
After hearing the boy's translation, the man nodded and said a few words in Uighur.
