After his lunch, Chen Li braved the rain and made a trip to Zhang Yan's house to inquire about his plans.
This time, Zhang Yan was straightforward.
Without any hesitation, he quickly agreed, which surprised Chen Li.
"You're not going to think it over?" Chen Li asked curiously.
This wasn't like Zhang Yan at all!
Too decisive.
"What's there to consider? I'm not stupid. Recently, many people have moved to the foot of the mountain. If you hadn't come to me, I was just about to discuss this with you. It seems we think alike," Zhang Yan said.
"That's great!" Chen Li stood up and said, preparing to take his leave, "The situation is getting more chaotic by the day; it's safer to live at the foot of the mountain."
...
The spring rain drizzled down incessantly.
Every year at this season, the basement would become damp, and water would drip severely from the rock layers. Moreover, since he would be moving tomorrow, Chen Li simply gave himself a day off.
