Yang's house is located some distance away from the town, separated by half a field covered with weeds, which looks quite bleak.
I remember she once mentioned that since Professor Yang passed away, most of the ancestral properties in the town have been sold off and handed over to agents for management.
This is the only property I haven’t been able to find time to take care of.
According to her, apart from worshiping ancestors, the most important task after returning this time is to consolidate the old house.
When we arrived at the place, we were both dumbfounded.
For some reason, an isolation tape had been erected around the house.
Thick steel wires were wound high, and a wooden sign was hung in front of the door to warn everyone to stay away from the house.
Going all the way back to my hometown, anyone who sees this scene will be annoyed.
Shiry Yang strode forward to climb over the wall.
I caught a glimpse of the corner of the fence and hurriedly pulled her back.
"There's electricity."
She was startled and followed the direction I pointed to and found a generator in the corner.
"Agricultural machinery.
There are such brands everywhere nearby."
She hesitated, then turned to me and asked, "What do you think is going on?"
"The technique is crude," I comforted her after checking the isolation net.
"At least I'm sure the relevant departments don't have any objections to your family.
Go back to the town and ask.
Maybe it's the water meter checker who has been here, but they haven't been able to find a house.
Lord, I can’t collect the money, so I have no choice but to make this move.”
"Okay, okay, when it comes to your mouth, nothing is going right."
Shirey Yang rolled her eyes at me, "No matter what is going on, go in and take a look first.
I think something is wrong."
"It's not okay, break into a house without permission."
"This is my home."
She raised her fist and slapped the signboard far away.
Shiryyang was rarely so angry, so I didn't dare to neglect him and immediately suggested that I could climb in using the trees around the house.
There is a large old vine tree surrounding Yang's house, and many of its branches have crossed the power grid and extended into the yard.
She nodded and climbed up the tree in three strokes.
I was behind her and couldn't help but start to wonder about the whole story.
It has only been more than a year since Shiry Yang last returned to her hometown.
What happened during this period that caused the Yang family to be treated like this?
From her previous description, I always felt that the Yang family was doing well in the local area, and they were in harmony with the surrounding people.
If the residents were not close, they were at least in peace with each other.
Looking back now, there may be something fishy in it.
Because it has not been taken care of for a long time, the weeds in the courtyard wall have grown taller than a person.
As soon as I landed, I was surrounded by weeds in the blink of an eye.
When I looked outside, I didn't realize how big this place was, but when I came in, I realized that the backyard alone was almost as big as two football fields.
I remembered that there was a compass in my bag and immediately reached for it.
Shiry Yang was very familiar with the road, and he took me at a trot towards the gate.
"What are you thinking about?"
"The evil capitalism."
“Can’t you say something nice?”
"I'm almost lost, you have to steer the ship."
I chatted all the way, Shiry Yang finally got out of the haze of being locked down and isolated.
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When the two came to the door, they found that the lock on the door had been smashed long ago.
Two withered pots of spider plants hung in the corridor.
The leaves were yellow and shriveled, and they would break if touched even slightly.
It is in sharp contrast to the lush wild grass around it.
Shiry Yang frowned and didn't seem to want to enter the room.
I said: "It's a knife to extend your head, and it's a knife to shrink your head.
Why should you hesitate in your own house?
Why don't I go in first?"
"You don't understand.
I'm a little scared."
When I heard this, I was shocked.
I have known her for so long and I have never heard her mention the word "fear".
Traveling from mountains to seas, in and out of tombs, Shiry Yang has become an indispensable part of my life.
I thought I knew her very well, but when she suddenly said something like this, I didn't know what to say.
She sighed and slowly opened the door to her former home.
This old house is very transparent, and the sun has already shined through the clouds.
I took the lead and stepped into the house.
Looking at it, the layout of the house is ordinary.
There are large beams in the ceiling, carved windows on the four walls, large glass inlaid in the caisson above the head, and a landscape screen wall in front of the house, which cuts off the sight in the front hall.
If you want to say that the only difference from ordinary people is probably empty.
In the empty room, not to mention tables, chairs and benches, there was not even an extra wooden board.
It was like a huge warehouse.
"After grandpa left, we moved."
Shiry Yang pointed to the screen wall and said, "In the back is the study and bedroom, and the roof is grandpa's place.
There are still some scattered belongings left in it."
She said as she walked around the house Went around inside and outside the room.
I wondered: "Why would someone set up a power grid outside such a big place?
Have you contacted your friends in town before coming back?"
She shook her head and said, "I'm not familiar with them.
They are all from the old man's generation.
The last time I came back, I was busy with the burial.
Only the priest came.
He was in a hurry and didn't talk much.
I didn't see anything wrong."
Speaking of this, we both fell silent.
The lock on the door had obviously been damaged by outside force, and the wall surrounding the house had not been damaged in a day or two.
Shiry Yang must be more puzzled than me, but I don’t know how to explain it because of my face.
If Fatty was here at this time, he could at least make some jokes to get things over first, but now it was just the two of us staring blankly, and the atmosphere was really awkward.
"Why don't you take stock again to see if there are any other losses?
Then let's go back to the town and ask about the situation.
Is the priest you mentioned going to work today?
I remember that foreign monks don't seem to have legal holidays."
"When you said that, I remembered that there are a few ancient books and documents that I have never found.
Maybe they are still stored up there."
Shiry Yang pointed to the stairs and said, "Why don't you take them back to the second master?
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He only has that little hobby. ”
I followed her up to the attic.
The space upstairs is not small, and there are many large pieces of furniture and boxes piled up.
I picked up a ceramic sculpture and found it to be an imitation of Tang Sancai.
"I made this when I was a kid," Shirey Yang put down the box on hand and snatched the things from my hand, "I didn't expect it to be there."
"I learned how to make and sell counterfeit goods at a young age.
I did it very carefully.
If I hadn't made a fool of myself, I might have been able to pass it off as a fake in a store."
"This is called an angel."
"Foreign gods, I understand
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