As Principal Huang, who had gone in first to say hello, turned and waved his hand, Li Jing, Wei Jia, and the others headed toward the old house. The dilapidation and age of the house were fully exposed to everyone.
The tiles on the roof were incomplete, and there were traces of repairs in several places. Under the eaves, pots and jars were placed everywhere to catch water. The walls were mottled and eroded by time, with cracks even appearing in some places.
An elderly woman with a weathered and haggard face stood with Principal Huang in front of the door, her dry and thin hands clasped in front of her abdomen, looking somewhat awkward and helpless.
Though the weather was cold, the clothes on the old woman were not thick, especially with several patches on the elbows and hems, revealing her family's poverty.
A thin and pale little boy stood behind the old woman, clutching her clothing with his hands, his large eyes full of awe and curiosity toward Li Jing and the others.
