Returning To The Deer Villa

Without knowing how long it had been, Yan Liqiang woke up. Once he opened his eyes, he realized that he was lying on top of a haystack pile of firewood. Dried rice straws were stuffed above and below him. In front, there was a spider web in the wall corner. Wind kept leaking in from the walls around him — it seemed to be a woodshed for storing firewood.

His head felt a bit dizzy and woozy. Last night, it was his first time ever getting drunk and making a fool of himself. He remembered that he was on his way to Deer Villa last night and since he was drunk, he ended up falling asleep in a little pavilion by the road, but he did not expect to wake up and find himself here.

It seemed like someone with a good heart had brought him from the pavilion by the main road to this place.