The old woman was clearly taken aback. She pursed her lips and said, "You're just a child who doesn't know any better. Please don't say things like that again. Come on, let's go inside and have some water first."
Linghu Lan glanced at the half-open door. The courtyard inside was unusually quiet in the twilight afternoon. The dark red painted door had peeled paint, revealing mottled rust, and a sense of oppression and heaviness was overwhelming.
Linghu Lan thought that even if she saw the house, she would still have to ask the spirit master about it, so she didn't refuse anymore and followed the old woman into the house.
Wenmo had never been to this aunt's house before. When Linghu Lan entered, the room was simply furnished: a kang (a heated brick bed) with several quilts on it, old paintings hanging on the walls, a wooden table and several wooden stools on the floor. They were clearly made by a carpenter years ago and had been used for many years, so they were rickety.
"Sit down!" The old woman pulled out a stool.
Linghu Lan sat down and looked around. Danian went to pour tea, washed a clean glass, put in some tea leaves, and placed it in front of Linghu Lan.
"Drink up, have some water. You must be thirsty after walking all this way. It's been so many years since I've seen you come back. I almost don't recognize you anymore. You've become more and more beautiful. You used to be just a little girl with blond hair. I never imagined that you would grow up to be so beautiful."
Linghu Lan smiled, looked around, and asked, "Where's my uncle? I haven't seen him."
"Your uncle went to play mahjong at the village store and didn't come back until after nine o'clock at night." She seemed to have a lot of complaints when she talked about her husband.
Linghu Lan smiled and didn't reply. That's how it was in Wenjia Village back then, and I guess that kind of atmosphere is even stronger now.
"Why did you suddenly come back? And the first thing you did was come home. Don't you know there are taboos in the village?" The old woman seemed unwilling to talk about her husband anymore and steered the conversation back to Linghu Lan.
"What taboo?" Linghu Lan asked, a hint of doubt flashing in her clear eyes.
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