Chapter 417

Lin Yi stopped and looked along his line of sight. It was a small room sandwiched in a pile of houses. It was very dilapidated. The plaster on the wall was peeling off. There were stones and bricks on the wall, and the colors were messy.

A wooden door is very old, the glass on the small window has disappeared, and the wind is leaking empty.

The floor in front of the house was covered with black bricks, which were laid in an irregular way. They were scattered to the side of the road, barely encircling a small area.

This is yinghannian's home?

Lin Yi looked at it, but did not dare to ask.

Ying Hannian took the lead to move forward, and the bodyguards followed him. Ying Hannian stopped and turned back with a cold face, "all stand outside for me, and don't follow me!"

“……”

The bodyguards dare not use it any more.

Lin Yizheng's feet, which he wanted to lift forward, quietly drew back and looked at Ying Hannian.

He went on alone to the door which was not as high as him, and reached for the rusty lock.

"Who has a Swiss Army knife?"

We should raise our voice in the cold years.

A bodyguard took it off and threw it to him. Ying Hannian raised his hand to take it. He pulled out a small blade from inside and poked it back and forth in the lock eye. After a while, the door was opened.

The door, which has been closed for more than ten years, was suddenly opened and vibrated violently. Countless dust fell from it, like a light rain.

Ying Hannian was soiled half of his clothes, so he patted them casually, then bowed his head and walked in.

Lin Yi looked in from the door and saw that the inside was also covered with very irregular black bricks. It was obvious that it was not smooth when he stepped on it in cold years. He vaguely saw some very old cabinets. There was a wooden bed in the window. The wooden bed was very big, but it was also very broken. The paint on it was so worn that he could not see what color it was.

All of them were barred from going in.

Ying Hannian turned around the house a few times and came out with a basin. He opened a pot like lid outside.

Lin Yi found that there was a small well below. It seems that the residents here didn't have a well. It's estimated that they dug it after Ying Yongxi came.

Ying Hannian rolled up his sleeves, picked up a bucket with rope and threw it into the well. He skillfully picked up a bucket of water and poured it into the basin. Then he took the basin and went into the house. He picked up a rag and washed it in the basin. He wrung out the water and began to clean the furniture.

He was wearing expensive clothes and shoes, cleaning in a shabby small house, as if out of place, but also a kind of unspeakable fit.

"How can Ying Shao clean up? Shall we go in?" The maid and the bodyguard looked at each other.

"Yingshao asked us to stand outside. I dare not enter."

"Let's see. This place is too backward. I don't want to talk about mobile phones. It seems that few people even have lights."

“……”

Lin Yi listened to what they said and looked at Ying Hannian, a busy person in the room. Her feet moved, but she didn't move forward.

"Girl, have you ever seen such a place?"

An old voice suddenly rang out beside her.

She came back and realized that muziliang was asking herself. She looked down at him in the wheelchair and said, "have you ever seen such a place?"

She got to the point.

Muziliang sat there, looking at the shabby hut in front of him, his eyes became more turbid, his lips moved, "No."

Smell speech, Lin Yi Zheng is there.

Muziliang and yinghannian are different from each other for several times, but even the old man who claimed to have suffered a lot when he was young has never seen such a place.

Her nose is a little sour and astringent, and she says, "that old man, let you live here for 15 years, do you dare to live?"

She asked if she dared.

“……”

Mu Ziliang was asked to stay here for 15 years, but he couldn't figure out how to survive.

He looked at yinghannian, who was cleaning inside. He always put yinghannian and muxianfeng on the same horizontal line to measure and compare. Today, he found that this was not the case.

The child came up with a rotten rope.

Muziliang sighed for a long time and coughed up a few more. Lin Yi took the water cup from the maid's hand and handed it to him. Seeing that his eyes were gloomy and complicated, was the cold-blooded old man shocked by what he saw with his own eyes?

Ying Hannian is busy alone, with a group of people waiting outside.As a result of their arrival, people came out of the neighboring houses. They looked at them like they didn't wash their faces.

In the distance, there are those people on the dock who are watching them come here.

Lin Yi looked at the roof above, turned to the bodyguard and said, "what tools are there on the yacht? Repair the roof as well."

"Let's go for two and keep the rest. People here are not easy to get along with. You should be careful."

Then two bodyguards left.

The house has accumulated dust for more than ten years. It should be cleaned for several hours in the cold year, carrying pots in and out, clean water in and dirty water out.

When the bodyguard moved the ladder, Ying Hannian didn't let them near. Instead, he took the ladder and put it on the wall, took off his shoes and repaired the roof himself.

"It should be less, or we'll come."

The bodyguards were standing down the road.

Ying Hannian didn't pay any attention to them. He did it all by himself. A handsome face was stained with some putty, without any expression.

By the time he's done it all by himself, it's already afternoon.

Everyone didn't eat, hungry, but even the most difficult mu Ziliang didn't pick on half a word, so Ying Hannian renovated the house by himself.

After dealing with these problems, Ying Hannian jumped down the ladder, and his clothes were filthy. He went up to the bodyguards and looked coldly at the people who had seen them for several hours in the distance, And then put up some protective barriers at the intersection to be on duty day and night. "

"Rent?" The bodyguard was stunned and said, "we don't know the local dialect."

"Just express something. If they don't understand, just spill the money and throw out all their clothes, they will understand."

Ying Hannian wipes his hands with a wet towel. His voice is indifferent and he has no feelings to speak of.

People here have no dignity. They are willing to do anything as long as they have money.

"Yes."

The bodyguards nodded and dispersed.

"That's the danger here?" Mu Ziliang frowned and asked. Ying Hannian looked at him coldly and ignored him.

Muziliang's face was a little embarrassed.

Lin Yi stood aside, looking at Ying Hannian's ashes, and said, "everyone will be hungry after a while. I'll cook something for you to eat."

In response to the action of wiping hands in the cold year, black eyes glared at her, turned around and pulled her to go in, and said in a deep voice, "follow me."