109 A Jar of Wine Was Buried Under the Old Locust Tree

"I think you're a little tired too. The hot water is ready for you. Hurry up. Wash up and rest early."

Du Jiuyuan took her things back to her room and looked around the house where she grew up. Although she had been away for a few years, the room had not changed at all. There was no mold or dust, and it was apparent that her aunt cleaned it every day.

She took out her cell phone, searched for photos, and posted them to her WeChat moments.

Du Jiuyuan posted, "It feels good to be home, but I don't have you by my side."

The following day, Du Ling came to wake her up for breakfast. After breakfast, she would pay her respects to her elders.