"Our house is really beautiful!"
Xu Nian'an shouted excitedly. Even though the family had made money before and started their own factory, Xu Nian'an hadn't felt much of anything. But now, seeing such a beautiful two-story house standing in front of him, he was overwhelmed with excitement.
Looking around all of Shuanghe Village, his house was the most beautiful!
Xu Nian'an still remembered that night two summers ago, when they hurriedly moved into the old house. At that time, the weeds in the yard were almost taller than a person, and the gloomy rooms… Even squeezed together with Xu Qinghe, he still felt endless disappointment and was filled with uncertainty about the future.
In just two short years, their home—once the oldest and most rundown house in the village—was now the most beautiful one.
"Mom, where is my room?" Xu Nian'an couldn't wait to dash into the yard, eager to see where his room would be.
