"Aunt Chen, when your family builds a house, our two families won't have to squeeze into one place," Lin Ziyan said with a faint smile.
She had already thought it through: even if Aunt Chen or Aunt Huang didn't leave any space, it wouldn't affect the view from inside the house.
Even if neighbors have a good relationship, they shouldn't take it for granted.
Aunt Chen waved her hand, "You built it first, we won't mind these things."
Aunt Huang looked at the side of her house and found that there was also a lot of space left.
The cool moonlight shone into the courtyard. The lights were off, but one could vaguely make out each other's expressions.
Several people helped Grandma break peanuts.
The crisp sound, accompanied by the cries of insects and birds, was like an autumn melody.
Suddenly, a spot in the fishing village lit up, flames shot into the sky, and thick smoke billowed out.
Lin Ziyan suddenly stood up and ran out of the courtyard.
She looked toward the firelight, her brows furrowing.
Is this direction towards the port?
The chubby girl rode her bicycle from outside, looking at everyone, and shouted loudly.
"Ayan, there's a fire at the seafood market..."
Hearing the noise, Aunt Chen and Aunt Huang rushed out, both looking very flustered.
Thick smoke still billowed, and the firelight illuminated half of the fishing village.
Lin Ziyan rode her bicycle towards the seafood market.
Aunt Huang slapped her thigh, "Ah Jian is still in the market and hasn't come back yet..."
Her legs went weak and she almost fainted, but fortunately Aunt Chen caught her in time.
Lin Atai stood at the door, a faint glint in her cloudy eyes.
The village suddenly became lively, with many people rushing out with buckets in their hands.
The firelight seemed to dim slightly, and thick smoke continued to rise into the night sky...
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com