At the other end of the village,

Aunt Qin was sitting in the house eating melon seeds, her rattan chair rocking back and forth.

Curses came from the main house.

"You little slut, you've even learned to steal money and tickets now. Come back and I'll break her legs..."

Grandma Qin's eyelids twitched; those banknotes had been stolen by her eldest grandson.

That day, when they went to get a divorce, Aunt Qin peeked out the window.

These past few days, Li Zhaodi has been busy in the cornfield, and when she comes back at night, she's exhausted and has no time to look through the documents.

"Don't talk nonsense, Xia isn't that kind of person."

"I think it was Asheng who took it." Wei Er hiccuped, and the redness on his neck slowly crept up to his cheeks.

On a typhoon day, Wei Er fried some peanuts and drank two ounces of his homemade wine. Feeling better, he was willing to talk to Li Zhaodi a bit more.

"Impossible!" Li Zhaodi's voice rose.

Wei Sheng, who was taking a nap, was so startled that he almost fell off his wooden bed.

The red paper "double happiness" character on the headboard was still there, but the bride's belongings had long been packed up and taken away.

Wei Sheng, wearing slippers and sporting messy hair, walked out looking impatient.

"Can you keep your voice down? Are you trying to call back a soul? You're always making noise, never stopping."

Li Zhaodi quickly shut her mouth and hurried into the kitchen to get the steamed egg custard she had prepared that morning.

"Asheng, come and have breakfast. The hen laid an egg this morning, and I steamed it for you."

Wei Sheng sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating the steamed egg custard.

Wei Er looked at his son and became increasingly displeased.

Bell-bottoms, flip-flops, and droopy hair—is that still fashionable?

"You're dating someone again?" Wei Er asked.

After the divorce, the house was finally quiet, and Wei Er stopped bothering him.

That Li Qin is always causing trouble. If it weren't for what happened back then, Wei Er wouldn't have agreed to the marriage.

Wei Shengxin's heart skipped a beat. "Oh."

He had barely finished speaking when he was slapped on the head.

"You took the money and tickets from under my blanket?" Li Zhaodi's eyes widened, though she had held back her strength when she grabbed him.

Wei Sheng nodded, "How can we go out and have fun if we have no money and no tickets?"

"If you don't take girls out, it's not like you're dating..."

He muttered to himself, but this time he didn't try to deny it.

A smile spread across Wei Er's face. "You two keep at it for now, just don't cause any trouble, and I'll think of something else..."

He squinted, his heart stirring with desire once again.

What do girls care about most?

Wei Er sneered inwardly; he refused to believe that his schemes would always fail.

Before Xia went to school, she gave him a plan, and it seems worth a try.

This matter occurred in the library of Ocean University.

Wei Caixia took a book and sat down by the window to read it.

Recently, she has become obsessed with foreign novels, and the more she reads, the more engrossed she becomes.

I was captivated by the love story inside, and it made me feel so sweet inside.

She looked up and realized that Hou Fangguan was sitting right across from her.

He was engrossed in drawing and didn't notice her at all.

Wei Caixia secretly sized up Hou Fangguan, immediately imagining him as the male protagonist in a novel. She gripped the book tightly, trying hard to control her emotions.

Hou Fangguan had long forgotten about her. When he looked up and saw her infatuated gaze, he reached out and smoothed his hair.

"Fang Guan, did you come here specifically to see me?" Wei Caixia asked shyly in a low voice, her head down, not daring to meet his gaze.

Hou Fangguan, "..."

He tried hard to recall where he had seen this person before, but couldn't remember.

Wei Caixia waited for a long time but didn't get a reply, so she looked up at him.

Hou Fangguan had already lowered his head to draw again, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Curious glances came from those around her, but Wei Caixia clenched her hands and remained silent.

She forgot that she was in a library, and the seats were close together, so even the slightest sound could be heard clearly by those around her.

Wei Caixia took out a pen and passed him a note.

But Hou Fangguan didn't look at it; he kept drawing intently.

"I heard Lin Ziyan graduated, is that true?"

"Of course it's true. The list of graduates has been released, and Professor Shen even posted the exam results..."

Hou Fangguan and Wei Caixia both looked at the table where the discussion was taking place, each with their own thoughts.

"I heard she started a shrimp farm in the village, and the older students even went to her house..."

What he said next made Hou Fangguan's expression change drastically; he had been deceived.

Lin Ziyan must be rich now, does she want to dump him?

Hou Fangguan suddenly looked at Wei Caixia and remembered who she was—she was from the same village as Lin Ziyan…

Two days later,

The typhoon has passed, and the rain has stopped.

One side of the Lin family's old house collapsed, and tiles fell and shattered all over the ground.

Grandma's house was leaking, and one wall was affected, collapsing half of it.

The chubby girl helped move Grandma's things out.

Aunt Huang and Aunt Chen both came over to help.

"Grandma, we can't live in this old house anymore, let's build a new house!"

Lin Ziyan said calmly, not feeling that she had said anything shameful.

The chubby girl stumbled and almost fell, but fortunately Aunt Chen caught her in time.

"A two-story building?" Grandma frowned. This old house had two floors, but it wasn't called a two-story building.

"Yes, apartment buildings, like those newly built ones in the city, without roof tiles..." Lin Ziyan briefly described the style of the apartment buildings.

Upon hearing this, the chubby girl thought to herself, "Only wealthy families can build such a house, right?"

Aunt Chen and Aunt Huang exchanged a glance, both of them intrigued by what they heard.

The fishing village is located by the sea and is frequently hit by typhoons. After each typhoon, they have to find a bricklayer to repair this and that.

All the roof tiles need to be repaired, otherwise they'll leak again if another typhoon hits.

"Ah Yan, this must have cost a lot of money, right?" Aunt Chen asked.

She had wanted to rebuild her house for a long time, but her current house was a large brick house, neither damaged nor broken, and she didn't know how to rebuild it.

Hearing what Ayan said, she was very tempted, and the idea of ​​building a house came back to her.

"I'll go and find out more." Lin Ziyan made a rough estimate in her mind. The materials weren't expensive at this time, so it was more suitable to build now.

"Okay, find out the details and tell your aunt." Aunt Chen spoke frankly, not hiding her desire to cover it up.

Aunt Huang nodded, "Tell me about it later too."

Lin Ziyan said, "Okay, I'll show you the drawings when I finish them."

Since she decided to build the building, she didn't intend to build it in the current style.

She had previously visited seaside guesthouses for vacation and learned about various seaside building designs.

Lin Ziyan already had a design in her mind.

Grandma's room only had a bed, a large wardrobe, and a round table.

Most of her things are in the cabinets, so the cabinets are quite heavy.

After they finished moving the house from Grandma's room, they all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the large cabinets.

The large cabinet is made of pear wood with exquisitely crafted patterns and an antique-style brass lock, though it is covered in noticeable scratches.

"This cabinet is so beautiful. It's hard to find a carpenter who can make cabinets with such patterns these days..." Aunt Chen said, gently stroking the patterns on it.

Lin Atai laughed and said, "My mother's dowry was passed down to me. Later, I wanted to give it to Ayan's mother, but she didn't want it."

"Young people like new styles..."

Lin Ziyan had never looked closely at Atai's cabinet. When she lifted it earlier, she suspected that it was not just ordinary pear wood.

A faint fragrance lingers...