Li Huai had just returned home in the evening when Fu Bufan, who was playing in the yard, ran over and said with his little head raised, "Godfather, there's an auntie at home who can't speak."
Can't speak?
In Li Huai's recollection, whether it was himself, his sister's wife, or his sister and brother-in-law, they seemed to have no friends who couldn't speak. Who could it be?
The fragrance from the yard was entrancing, clearly, his mother had finished cooking. His sister's car was parked in the garage, and the whole family was just waiting for him to return, which was almost the case every day.
"Huai, stop playing, come in with godfather, wash your hands and let's eat."
"Okay!"
Li Huai had just entered the house with Fu Bufan when he saw a familiar figure sitting on the sofa. Upon closer inspection, wasn't this Liang Shi?
Was this the auntie that Fu Bufan mentioned, the one who can't speak?
