The old door panel was covered, and a gap was corroded in the middle, allowing a glimpse into the small and dirty yard. Caleb Ji carefully opened the door and smelled a sour medicinal smell after entering the room.
He looked inside the house, but there was a thick layer of putty on the windows, which had probably not been wiped for several years. The door of the house was closed tightly, and the Spring Festival couplets on both sides were in tatters. They must have been posted many years ago.
"Grandpa?" he shouted.
"Hey!" Liang Hecheng responded inside, his voice was not small but not full of energy. Instead, he seemed to be shouting at the top of his lungs. After shouting, he was so tired that his steps were sluggish. The door of the house opened, and Liang Hecheng stood there. It was just raining, and he had already put on a thin cotton-padded jacket.
Caleb Ji hesitated: "I, I'm here to see you."
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