Deserted Wife's Extraordinary Life

However, Number 132's construction was completely out of Liang Ying's expectations. It was a large, imposing, round, two-story building made of earth, covering an area of over five acres. Although the building looked old, it was still very sturdy.    

    

The appearance of the building was almost exactly the same as the Yongding Tower she'd seen in the promotional photos. In the middle of the building was a modest front door, which was open, and when Liang Ying stepped inside, she subconsciously lowered her wide-brimmed straw hat to cover most of her face.    

    

As soon as he entered the building, he could feel a scorching hot breath of life. There was a patio in the middle of the building, with rooms on both sides. The corridor extended along the sides of the building.    

    

In the center of the courtyard, there was a hall. In the center of the hall, there was a shrine with a ancestral ancestral tablet placed there. There were spirit tablets everywhere, and even in broad daylight, there was a sense of coldness.    

    

A Chinese field dog quietly ran up and barked at Liang Ying. The two hens were flapping their wings and scattered when the dog barked.    

    

Liang Ying wasn't afraid of dogs, but she felt a little awkward being 'welcomed' by them as soon as she entered the door.    

    

At this moment, a little boy with a runny nose came out of nowhere. He looked at Liang Ying curiously and asked, "Sister, who are you looking for?"    

    

Liang Ying looked at this little brat and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Could it be that he was related to her by blood?    

    

It was very possible that if Grandma lived in this earthen tower, generally speaking, the people living with her were from the same sect.    

    

So Liang Ying asked the kid, do you know there's a family called Wu Tianen here?    

    

"I don't know." When the brat heard that it was for someone else, he did not recognize her. After answering her question, he twisted his butt and ran off.    

    

Liang Ying felt a bit helpless. That child was only five or six years old. In the countryside, the elders sometimes didn't call him by his first name. Instead, they called him by all sorts of nicknames, such as' Uncle Tu 'or' Blind Zhao '.    

    

Wu Tianen was her grandfather's name, but perhaps in the mouths of others, her grandfather was some sort of abbot, making it difficult for her to ask about him using this name.    

    

However, Liang Ying was also afraid that if she asked someone about her whereabouts, they would expose her. Before she had even seen her grandmother's family, Liang Ying felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness.    

    

Except for the crowing of chickens and the barking of dogs, the yard was quiet. There were only two or three children playing, and no adults. It seemed like the lord would go to work or work, and there would be no lord at home in broad daylight.    

    

Thus, Liang Ying gathered up her courage and walked around the house, searching everywhere.    

    

She discovered that there were at least forty to fifty people living in this building. Counting the number, there were fifteen rooms on each floor. The building was divided into front and back rooms.    

    

She walked to the main hall and saw the numerous spirit tablets. Although she was a little afraid, she still subconsciously looked up.    

    

An unexpected but unexpected name caught her eye as a spirit tablet called Wu Tien appeared in her line of sight.    

    

Liang Ying couldn't help but take a closer look. Yes, it was written by Wu Tianen.    

    

It was impossible for a building to have two relatives with the same name, so this Wu Tianen should be my grandfather. So my grandfather passed away two years ago.    

    

Although Liang Ying didn't know her grandfather, she couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness. Perhaps it was because her mother still didn't know the news of her grandfather's illness.    

    

"May I ask who you're looking for?" As Liang Ying was looking up and down, she heard someone ask her from behind.    

    

Liang Ying turned her head and saw a young man with a gentle and pretty face looking at her curiously. Perhaps it was because she had a strange face, or because she was dressed differently from the other young men in the small town.    

    

It wasn't easy for Liang Ying to catch a living person. Seeing how young he was, even if she knew his grandfather and his family, she shouldn't have any conflicts with her mother's past. Thus, she said:    

    

"Do you know who lives here?"    

    

"Tell me, who are you looking for?" "If it's someone who lives in a building, I should know them. My grandma has always lived here."    

    

"Oh, do you know an old man named Wu Tianen?"    

    

Liang Ying asked as she looked away from the spirit tablet.    

    

"Yes, why are you looking for him?" Now it was the man's turn to look her up and down strangely.    

    

Liang Ying hesitated for a moment before saying, "He's my grandfather."    

    

"What?" He's your grandfather, that's impossible. " The man shook his head.    

    

"Why not?" Liang Ying asked curiously.    

    

"Because he's also my grandfather, but I don't know you." The man said.    

    

Liang Ying was shocked. If their grandfather was Wu Tianen, then wouldn't the other party be her relative?    

    

"What's your name?" Liang Ying asked.    

    

"My name is Liu Gan, what about you?" the man asked Liang Ying.    

    

"I'm Liang Ying, my grandmother is Zheng Xiuhua, and my mother is Wu Xin." Liang Ying was a little bit excited, but she couldn't hold it in and revealed her mother's true identity.    

    

"Ah?" Your mother is called Wu Xin? Are you my aunt's daughter? " Liu Gan was suddenly enlightened and his face revealed a look of excitement.    

    

"And your mother?" Liang Ying didn't expect him to be her cousin. It felt like a coincidence.    

    

"My mother is called Wu Yu, and Third Aunt is called Wu Qin. In my maternal grandma's family, there are only three golden flowers and no sons. "Oh, my name is Zhang Qian." The man took the opportunity to introduce himself and asked, "How old are you this year? First place? How many children does aunt have? "    

    

Zhang Qian's words hit it off immediately. Liang Ying was overjoyed that she still had two aunts with her. She asked,    

    

"How old are you?"    

    

"22. "What about you?"    

    

"I'm 21." Liang Ying said.    

    

"That's right, you're my cousin." Zhang Qian was also very happy, "Since I was young, I heard from second aunt that there was an aunt who married into the capital. But I don't know why I lost contact with you. I didn't expect you to be my aunt's daughter."    

    

Liang Ying hadn't thought that she would be able to find someone from her maternal grandma's family so easily. Of course, she had her reservations and decided not to tell her cousin about her current family matters.    

    

Her father was afraid to interact with his maternal grandma's family, but since Zhang Qian looked gentle and harmless, Liang Ying slowly let her guard down.    

    

After all, other than her father's taboo towards her mother's family, there were no other challenging problems in her life. Liang Ying's life had been relatively peaceful up until now, so she slowly let down her guard and chatted with Zhang Qian.    

    

Zhang Qian said enthusiastically: "Our grandma's room isn't here. Let's go later, I'll take you to see it!"    

    

"Is she still there, Grandmother?" Liang Ying asked carefully.    

    

"She is still healthy, but since her grandfather passed away, she has had symptoms of dementia." Zhang Qian said.    

    

Liang Ying's heart sank when she heard this. She didn't expect that her grandmother, whom she had never met, would actually become senile.