Siheyuan: Buyers get rich from hunting

The group finally returned to the old house they had not seen for a long time. The mottled wooden door looked particularly friendly in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if it was a mark of time, recording the years of the family. Grandpa walked in front, his steps were steady and full of expectation. He gently pushed the door open, his movements were so gentle as if he was afraid of disturbing the long-sleeping tranquility, and afraid of awakening those dusty memories. The door hinge made a slight "creaking" sound, as if welcoming their return, and a familiar and slightly damp smell came to their faces, that was the smell of home, mixed with the smell of soil, wood and past life.

"Oh, it's still the same, nothing has changed!" Grandma sighed as she entered the room, her voice choking with emotion. She gently stroked the wall with her hand, and the rough texture made her feel the traces of time. Her eyes were full of nostalgia, as if she was looking at her past self, busy, laughing, and living in this house.

Uncle and aunt followed closely behind, their faces full of smiles. Uncle looked around and said with a smile: "Look at this yard, the grass has grown so high, we have to clean it up." As he said that, he picked up the sickle beside him and began to clear the weeds skillfully. Aunt picked up the broom and gently swept the fallen leaves in the yard, and every sweep seemed to sweep away the dust of time.

Uncle San and Aunt San were not idle either. They walked straight to the room where they used to live. Uncle San pushed open the door and a musty smell hit his nose, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he smiled even more happily: "This smell is so familiar! Let's start cleaning. I want to sleep in this room tonight." Aunt San nodded in agreement, and the two began to get busy. They cleaned the windows, swept the floor, and made the bed. Every action was filled with nostalgia for the past and expectations for the future.

The children were even more excited. They ran around the yard like a group of happy little birds, exploring every corner. Xiaoxia and Xiaoyan picked up the rag and began to wipe the tables and chairs. They chatted while wiping, and their laughter continued. The crisp sound echoed in the yard, adding a bit of vitality to this quiet evening. Xiaoqiang and Xiaotao picked up the broom and cleaned the yard like adults. Although their movements were a bit clumsy, their serious look made people laugh and feel relieved.

Zhang Guifang and Liu Jianjun were in charge of cleaning the main house. As they cleaned, they recalled every detail of their life here in the past. Zhang Guifang picked up a rag and gently wiped the photo frames on the wall. The family members in the photos were smiling so brightly, as if time had never passed. She pointed to a photo and said, "Look at this photo. We were so young back then!" Liu Jianjun smiled and responded, "Yes, time flies. In the blink of an eye, the children have grown up. However, no matter how time changes, this old house will always be our roots." Their conversation was full of nostalgia for the past and longing for the future.

With everyone's joint efforts, the old house gradually regained its former cleanliness and warmth. As night fell, the family sat in the yard and ate a simple dinner. Although the dishes were not rich, the sense of happiness was indescribable. Grandpa raised his glass and said with emotion: "Today is a good day. Our family is finally reunited. Although this old house is old, its place in our hearts will never change." Grandma nodded and agreed: "Yes, this is the feeling of home. No matter where we go, this is our home."

Amid the laughter and joy of everyone, the old house seemed to have regained its vitality. The mottled walls, old furniture, and familiar atmosphere all seemed to be telling the story of the family. This trip back home not only allowed them to regain the long-lost family affection and hometown feelings, but also made them deeply appreciate the warmth of home and the meaning of roots. They knew that no matter where they go in the future, this old house will always be their concern and home. And this old house, like a kind elder, silently guards them and witnesses all the beauty and changes.

After dinner, Liu Ping'an picked up his sister Lele. The little girl smiled like a flower. She hugged her brother's neck tightly with her two little hands and said in a baby voice: "Brother, fly higher!" Liu Ping'an agreed with a smile. He gently lifted Lele above his head and slowly put her down, which made Lele giggle.

"Okay, Lele, go and have a rest. Brother needs to go out for a while." Liu Ping'an said to Lele gently. Lele nodded obediently and reluctantly let go of her little hand from her brother's neck.

Arriving at his father-in-law's door, Liu Pingan knocked gently, fearing to disturb the tranquility. The door was soon opened, and his father-in-law stood at the door with a look of surprise on his face, his eyes scanning back and forth between Liu Pingan and Qin Jingru, and finally stopping at Qin Jingru's slightly bulging belly, his eyes flashing with excitement.

"Oh, Ping'an, Jingru, you are finally here! Come in, come in!" The father-in-law greeted them hurriedly, taking the gift from Liu Ping'an's hand and pulling them into the house.

"Dad, Mom, we are back." Liu Ping'an and Qin Jingru shouted in unison, with happy smiles on their faces. They walked into the living room and saw their mother-in-law sitting on the sofa, holding an unfinished baby clothing in her hands, her eyes full of expectation.

"Jingru, come and sit down. Don't get tired." The mother-in-law quickly stood up and pulled Qin Jingru to sit on the sofa. She sat next to her and asked with concern, "How are you feeling recently? Are you feeling unwell?"

Qin Jingru smiled and shook her head, saying softly, "Mom, I'm fine, don't worry." She stroked her bulging belly, with a maternal light in her eyes.

"Ping'an, how long can you stay this time?" asked the father-in-law while making tea, with a bit of reluctance in his tone.

"Dad, I can only stay for about a week this time. I have already asked for leave from the factory, and I want to spend more time with Jingru." Liu Ping'an replied with a firm and gentle look in his eyes.

"That's good, that's good." The father-in-law nodded and handed them the brewed tea. "Come, drink some tea to warm your body."

Everyone sat together, chatting about family matters, the atmosphere was warm and harmonious. Qin Jingru occasionally stroked her belly, her face filled with a happy smile; Liu Ping'an looked at her from time to time, his eyes full of love and care.

It was late at night, but the lights were still on in my father-in-law's house, and there was constant laughter and joy. The joy and happiness of this reunion will be forever engraved in their hearts. They know that no matter where they go in the future, this home will always be their harbor and support.