Mei’s melancholy thoughts were soon vacuumed by the appearance of a large, well-built, isolated four-storied concrete house at the head of the village. There was moss growing on the walls. It was sad that not a single soul had ever lived there.
Opposite it, on the other side of the valley, there stood the highest mud house in the village. Home! Finally home! Mei’s heart leaped. There was an aff ectionate feeling that the things she grew up with were always more exciting than anything else.