Due to work, Luo Qiu's father had settled early in the city where they lived. However, owing to some remnants of township policies and unclear countryside reasons, their old house in their hometown still remained.
It's a rather old two-story brick house, with cement plastered simply on the left and back sides, and the front façade was covered with small square tile mosaics.
Next to it were those mud houses called old lodgings, and the newly built houses in the village were on the other side of the village road facing these old houses.
The new and the old, separated by a road of time, not far, yet watching each other.
The elderly insisted on moving back to their old house.
Deep autumn had passed early, and the weather was getting cold. The adults had no choice but to buy some small heating appliances, not expecting to completely dispel the chill, but thinking it would be good to at least drive away the dampness in the old house.
