"The village is suffering," he said. "It takes half a day just to get to the town. They've finally made it out of the big mountains; how could they bear to come back?"
The words of the old village chief left Jiang Jiu feeling unsettled for a long time.
The chief led them to the guest room. The room was small, the white paint on the walls was peeling off, and the corners were starting to mold, but Jiang Jiu knew this was the best house in the village.
She didn't mind, and seeing that she didn't make a fuss, Ruan Yuan, as a young man, felt even less inclined to complain.
"Mr. Wang, you take the bed, and I'll just sit on the chair for the night."
Jiang Jiu said, "Their bed is big enough; you take the other end. I'll ask them to bring an extra blanket, that's all. It's just one night, any place to lie down will do."
