Siheyuan: This is really immoral

Lin Zhuang was following the directions of the woman in the back seat on the road. He didn't notice anything at first, but after hearing the woman's words, his eyebrows raised strangely.

"Handsome guy, turn right ahead and the second one is where I want to go."

After hearing what she said, Lin Zhuang felt more and more that he had been to this place before. After thinking about it carefully, wasn't this the first house that the broker took him to see last time?

Could it be that the foreign woman who the Yazi mentioned, whose mother died and whose man from the Soviet Union ran away and wanted to return to her country, was him?

Lin Zhuang asked directly: "You said you went back to your mother's place to get something. Is your mother...?"

At the end of Lin Zhuang's words, his tone rose and it became a question, which obviously expressed something.

If you look back, you can see a hint of sadness in the woman's eyes, but her words still carry a hint of relief. She said:

"My mom passed away a while ago. She was a great person and I adored her... How did you know my mom passed away?"

The woman asked Lin Zhuang with a hint of doubt, and Lin Zhuang explained to her.

"Please accept my condolences... It's like this. I was looking for a place to rent a few days ago, and the first place that the man showed me was probably the second one on the right that you mentioned. He told me why he was in a hurry to sell or rent out this house."

"Oh~"

The woman nodded thoughtfully and said, "What a coincidence!"

Lin Zhuang parked the car steadily in front of the house, touched his chin and said.

"It is indeed a house I have visited before, but... when Yazi took me to see the house, he even let me go inside to see the rooms. If you left something important there, it might be easily lost."

"No, no, those things are just some diaries and some letters, and they are kept in a secret compartment. No one will take them."

The beautiful woman walked up a few steps and turned back to speak to Lin Zhuang.

After Lin Zhuang said he knew it, he asked her:

"Now that you've made it here safely, why don't you stay here for the night? You can go back to your place tomorrow during the day. But it's so dark in here, can you do it alone?"

That woman should be semi-materialistic. Why do I say that?

"I am not afraid of ghosts. I believe that the gods will protect me..."

But when she said this, the woman first glanced at Lin Zhuang's face, then looked back at the dark yard and room, and then continued:

"But my God seems to be away for the time being, so could you please accompany me?"

Lin Zhuang hesitated for a moment, after all, he was still planning to go to Lou Xiao'e's house.

"..."

In the end, the woman saw Lin Zhuang's hesitation, pulled his sleeve, begged him, and finally pulled him in.

"What's your name?"

"Are you asking about my Chinese name or my English name?"

Lin Zhuang answered as he watched her spin in the moonlight, like a foreplay of a dancing match.

"This is in our country, so of course they are asking for your Chinese name."

"My Chinese name is Ya Bing. My father is from the Soviet Union, so I only have a first name but no last name. Or maybe Ya is my last name. My mother is a great person, but my father...he is a complete jerk, fuck!"

When Lin Zhuang heard this, he could actually guess it based on the information that Yazi told him and Ya Bing's gnashing of teeth while cursing at him.

Lin Zhuang guessed that both of her parents came to China from foreign countries, and it was possible that they met on various occasions and then fell in love. A bolder guess was that after Yabing was born, her father might not have cared much about her, and it was possible that he just informed her when he left. Thinking about the current situation, the man might have his own family in the Soviet Union, and he was with Yabing's mother just because of passion and need.

Sure enough, Yabing gritted her teeth and explained to Lin Zhuang why she cursed her father like that, no, she didn't even call him dad.

"That man was with my mother just to satisfy himself. My mother told me when she was dying that she would only be affectionate with me when she was in a good mood. When the Soviet Union was evacuating from China, that dead man even applied for early withdrawal. He did not discuss it with my mother when he made the decision. My mother didn't know about it until he boarded the plane back to the Soviet Union from others."

Tears welled up in Yabing's eyes, filled with hatred.

"He! He cruelly abandoned us, my mother and I. My mother returned to her residence in a daze and found that everything related to him had disappeared. He only left a letter and some money, asking us not to try to find him. My mother didn't dare to go into the room to clean up until she recovered a little. It was also at that time that my mother found the letter from Soviet Union. My mother asked a colleague who could speak Soviet Union to help translate the content."

"My mother said that after her colleague knew the whole story, he looked at her with pity and told her the contents of the letter one by one. Basically, it said that his wife loved him very much and missed him very much, and asked when he would return home..."

Lin Zhuang listened to her story patiently until she got to this point, when he couldn't help but ask:

"Then you hate him?"

"Hate! But I listened to what my mother said before she left and forgot about all these things. No matter whether I stay in China or return to my motherland to find my grandparents, I hope that I will be a happy girl... So, do you know what my English name is?"

Obviously, Yabing's English name should be closely related to this matter.

"What is it?"

"My mother likes China very much. She said that although this country seems backward now, it will attract the attention of the world in the future. My mother also thought that she would grow old and die in this country, and she never thought that I would return to China. So she named me Aria after she became seriously ill, which means freedom, lightness and purity."

“It’s a nice name.”

Lin Zhuang didn't understand the meaning of the word, but he could feel that it probably didn't come from English.

"I like the name my mother gave me. She is a very cultured and elegant person. She told me that the name comes from Italian, so what I want to do now is to visit different countries and finally choose a country to settle down."

When Lin Zhuang heard her words, he felt a little emotional. This is something that many people cannot achieve in their entire lives.