Chu Fan had almost passed the drink before, and now he was sober. He continued to sit at the door and listen to the chatter of the old man and his father.

The old lady and Li Yu got to know the father and son. Their nightlife had just begun and they still had a lot to brag about.

When they are too sleepy, they will go to the spare room, spread out a mat, and fall asleep.

There isn't much else in the countryside, just lots of rooms.

Even though there are many vacant houses in the city, they are all commodities and no one can live in them. In the early years, cargo owners wanted to hoard them first, find an enemy to take over, or make a huge profit for just one family.

However, nowadays, most real estate speculators have a sad face. Most of them are not rich people and do not have much liquidity on hand. They just follow the trend of real estate speculation with a down payment.

Now I want to sell but I can't, and if I rent it out, the funds will be withdrawn too slowly. I won't be able to get back the capital for another thirty to forty years, and I might even suffer a serious loss because I can't rent it out.

These people are not considered to be pitiable, but those who are truly pitiful are those who are in desperate need.

There are so many empty houses, rusty and moldy everywhere, and those who just need them either cannot afford them, or if they buy them, they will see life at a glance, and there will be no happiness at all.

At the door, through the drizzle, Chu Fan looked into the dark night.

Since the advent of street lights, the nights in the countryside are no longer so mysterious, and the bamboos beside the village have also lost their sense of mystery at night.

The old people can no longer scare the children, saying that the bamboo is a monster and will come alive at night.

The old yellow dog is still lying under the eaves, listening to the rain and wind and listening to the old house.

Three generations of grandparents gathered together, and it was raining outside.

Listening to the rain, listening to what he said, and listening to the tone of his father talking to the old man, there were clearly three different states, and Chu Fan sighed with emotion.

He remembered a poem that no matter what age group readers read, they can get a sense of resonance that "it resonates with my heart."

It vividly describes rain and life together.
Chapter completed!