Lingcun is not accessible, but it is not remote. There are mountains and water around it and it is close to a provincial road.

However, Lingqing’s hometown is the innermost village near the foot of the mountain.
Lingqing looked at the yard in front of her when she came back from the graves of her grandfather and parents.
Stone-piled courtyard walls are undulating and bare branches are sticking out through them.
Two small doors were removed from someone’s house to fill the courtyard door, and an old five-ring lock with some new oil will be locked.
It seems that people often come to look like it, but Lingqing doesn’t sense traces of inhabited life from it.
I took out an old key from my backpack and tried to find that I couldn’t play it.
He didn’t mean to lock it violently, but jumped over the two-meter-high courtyard wall and landed easily.
There are some branches and sticks piled up in the courtyard, and several cherry trees are distributed in the courtyard.
But now it’s almost New Year’s Day, and the leaves have already fallen clean, leaving bare branches.
Just north of the courtyard is a three-tile-roof mortar with red tiles on the wall as the roof.
Compared with the surrounding stones, mud embryo houses and two-story buildings on both sides of provincial roads, this room looks very 1990s.
This was when Grandpa Lingqing saved half a generation’s savings to build a wedding room for his father. At that time, it was particularly magnificent in a soil, stone or stone room.
Unfortunately, they didn’t stay long either.
Lingqing also seldom came back after high school.
Pull the bolt and push the unlocked door. There are a big two or three broken and dusty landscape paintings hanging in the purlin.
There are strips of noodles with some sundries.
Further, a fairy table was covered with dust.
On the east side are two cabinets, where food and chopsticks were originally placed, and now they are swinging.
There is a small tea table partition between two single person sofa on the west side.
The third room is a curtain partition between the cupboard and the sofa.
There are some old tools such as platoon cars and unicycles and some firewood in the east.
In the west, there is a wooden bed, two rectangular cabinets and several large urns where the original Lingqing Ye and Sun lived.
"Is Daqing back?"
Just when Lingqing saw things and thought about feelings, there was a bright sound outside.
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"cheep ~"
After saying his word, the door was pushed and a thin middle-aged man came in.
"Uncle, it’s me."
Lingqing said quickly to meet should way.
Uncle is Lingqing’s hometown. It’s called uncle here.
It is also Lingqing’s uncle Linghongye.
As I said before, although the Lingjia family has a long history, it is not popular.
Great-grandfather Lingqing has a single pulse of 221 until Lingqing.
According to the older generation, Uncle Hongye has always been the eldest grandson and belongs to the first line.
But this month is different, and there are only a few people in the Jialing family, and there are not so many rules
However, Uncle Hongye has inherited the great grandfather’s temperament and is very paternalistic.
He is the one who makes decisions about spiritual family affairs.
Not even the others in the village.
Ling Qing also entrusted her family to him when she went to college in her early years.
Now it is estimated that I didn’t come to see Lingqing until I heard that she came back.
Lingqing will meet him in the house and just clean up the old sofa to sit on.