Yan Han didn't intend to stay in the countryside for a long time, but what Song Xiang said really made him shaken. Even if he came, he should encounter problems. If he just turned back, it would not be his style of Yan Han.
Of course, living in a yard overgrown with weeds is not his style either.
Song Xiang had already thought of it when he made the suggestion, renting out the empty yard next to the old lady, and they would start as neighbors.
"Little girl, you are just wasting time." The old man sighed and said firmly that it was impossible.
Song Xiang insisted, "Please do me a favor and bring this money to the village chief so that we can pay for renting a house."
The uncle was easy to talk to and waved his hand, "No need to rent, no one will live in that house. You can live here if you like. You will be bitten to death by mosquitoes at night."
After saying that, the uncle probably felt that the young man was not very smart, so he just didn't want to talk to them. He reminded them to go to the village to buy daily necessities, and then drove away on the tractor.
Yan Han stood next to Song Xiang, frowning when Song Xiang made suggestions. The uncle left, and he began to feel something was wrong.
There was nothing around, just him and Song Xiang, what was the difference between surviving in the wilderness.
Song Xiang had been living in the mud since she was a child, so she didn't find it difficult. Before Yan Han could move, she packed up the things thrown by the old lady and walked to the yard next to her.
"Mr. Yan, you can live here!" A woman's surprised voice came from behind.
Yan Han slapped his forehead, feeling that the road ahead was gloomy. He rarely wavered in his thoughts, but now he was full of thoughts of running away.
Starting from being neighbors, this is an idea that only pigs have. How did Song Xiang come up with it?
Could it be that if the old lady doesn't let go, they will live here for the rest of their lives?
"Mr. Yan, do me a favor!"
"Mr. Yan?"
There were voices inside one after another, and Yan Han felt that this stupid woman didn't understand the situation they were in at all.
He never responded, and Song Xiang got angry inside.
"Severe cold!"
???
Yan Han was a little surprised. He turned around and saw Song Xiang standing at the door of the yard, with his hands on his hips.
"Can you be respectful at this time? Can you help me?"
Very good. On the first day, my tone was already wrong.
Yan Leng snorted, approaching step by step, and when he reached the entrance of the courtyard, even Song Xiang stood on the steps and only looked at him levelly.
"What did you call me?"
Song Xiang: "..."
She wiped her face and said, "You never answered me."
Yan Han reached around the back of Song Xiang's head and pulled her ponytail hard.
"Don't be too arrogant by thinking that this is your territory now. I just need to make a phone call and I can return to the city immediately."
Song Xiang covered her braids and scratched her neck and said, "Then you just have to give up."
Yan Han: "..."
Song Xiang knew him too well, and some points were his weak points, which could explode if he poked them.
He has been a leader among his peers since he was a child. When he rarely encounters failure, it is simply harder for him to give up than to reach the sky.
Sure enough, the two sides were in a stalemate for three seconds.
Yan Han lifted Song Xiang away and walked into the yard in front of her.
Song Xiang quickly followed and introduced the situation to Yan Han non-stop.
"Someone must have lived here just now. I guess it was a temporary residence for harvesting wheat. The house is quite clean."
Yan Han didn't listen to her nonsense. He walked into the house and scanned around. He felt his temples were dancing wildly.
Concrete floor, straw mat with holes, bed with black legs, not to mention air conditioning, not even a fan.
It's almost noon, it's the hottest time, and the house is eerie, with mosquitoes flying around. By night, whoever lives in the house will be the victim of death.