Aunt Yang was delighted, "Oh, so you're Linghua's classmate, and I still don't know what to call you?"
"My name is Xia Lin."
"Comrade Xia, hello, you must have overheard our conversation just now. That courtyard of mine, well, the kids' grandfather passed away there. If you don't mind, I can take you there to see it."
"As long as the room is big enough, that will do."
Xia Lin had not expected Aunt Yang to take her to a place that was just across from her home and one intersection away, the distance marked by a farmers' market in between.
The house was a bit dilapidated, the courtyard overrun with weeds, but thankfully the structure was livable— it just needed a good cleaning.
"Aunt Yang, this place must have been uninhabited for several years, right? The house feels like it's about to collapse. Can people actually live here?"