The next morning, Zhang Xiaohua opened her eyes and saw the unfamiliar yet comfortable small room, reminding her that she was sleeping in her grandmother's small house.
Zhang Xiaohua got up, and the time was still early. Zhang Xiaohu had slept late the night before and hadn't woken up yet, so Zhang Xiaohua left the room alone.
The courtyard was quiet, and the rising sun had just sent its warmth to the ordinary small courtyard. To stay for a while, Zhang Xiaohua went out and went straight to the back of the house.
