That afternoon, two unexpected visitors from afar arrived at Lin Aiguo's home.
An old man and a young boy, presumably father and son, hesitated at the doorway, pacing around twice before the older one took another look at the neighboring houses and said, "Daming! Maybe this is the place!"
The middle-aged man was not tall and had a slight build, with a crew cut, and ordinary features highlighted by a mouthful of yellow teeth—a sure sign of a frequent smoker.
"Dad! Shall we go in and ask?" asked the boy referred to as Daming. He wasn't very tall either, with a broad forehead and puffy cheeks; his single eyelids and the red pimples around his cheeks gave off an uncomfortable feeling.
"Asking's fine! If they're not the ones, we'll just ask around.
When I was here years ago, it didn't look like this. I only remember there was a well nearby!"
With that, the two of them entered.
