"Wow, " A gasp left An Xiulan's lips when she entered the gates of the traditional-style courtyard house. Although the house was old, it was preserved in a very loving manner. From its walls and floors, one could say that it gave away its history.
"Song family is a literary family. This house has been passed down to the eldest son in every generation, " Han Zixin said. "Song Xueyun's grandpa passed it down to her father when they left the world."
"It's very beautiful, " An Xiulan said. Although this house wasn't what houses in ancient China were like, she could say that the architecture almost looked similar.
They entered one door and it led them to the living room. They saw Mrs Song and Song Xueyun there. Mrs Song immediately stood up when she saw two teenagers at the door.
"Hello Auntie, "Both of them greeted the lady.
