She Lingshuang's home is not far from the entrance of the village. The cement courtyard wall is painted with white paint, which shines brightly when the sun shines on it.
The century-old trees with leafy branches all around cast some shade, and scattered white spots sprinkled in the yard, giving it a peaceful and comfortable atmosphere.
Cement was poured into the yard, leaving only a circle of space for planting flowers and trees around it. Some dried beans and purslane were dried in the open space. The little girl with braids was holding an airplane model and making noises beside the stroller. The strange sound of "whoosh" is probably simulating the sound of an airplane flying.
"Girl, take your sister to the room to play. Don't expose her to the sun."
She Lingshuang shouted to the child in a strong local dialect.
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