Shi Nian giggled, pointing a finger at Huangfu Huazhang: "Oh, sir, you really are making fun of me!"
Huangfu Huazhang lowered his head: "It seems you really like these Huizhou-style old houses."
Shi Nian tilted her head: "Yes. I think compared to the northern siheyuan, Huizhou architecture is more forgiving to women."
"But I don't like them." He lowered his head: "My grandfather's family used to have such a Huizhou-style old house. And my grandfather's relatives… those years I was hidden in those old houses, could only sit upstairs, couldn't walk or go downstairs, day by day feeling like I was moldy like those old timbers."
Having just walked around the old house, even though this old house was meticulously managed by the Tang Family, with appropriate measures such as mold removal, the unique scent of the old house still lingered. Hence, Shi Nian could imagine the situation Huangfu Huazhang described.
She lowered her head: "I'm sorry, I brought up your sad memories."
