Sister Lan was unfeeling but still dragged Lin Nianhe up from the ground.
She casually took the brick from Lin Nianhe's hand and threw it out of the yard, then puzzledly asked, "Where did you get that brick from?"
"Bricks, they come from wherever and go to wherever..."
Before Lin Nianhe could finish speaking, a clanging sound came from outside the courtyard.
Lin Nianhe: "Sister Lan, did you hit someone?"
Wen Lan: "What... what do we do now?"
"Go out and take a look. If they're half-dead, give them another whack!"
Perhaps truly fearing that Lin Nianhe would come out and deliver a finishing blow, the person outside immediately spoke up, "I'm fine, I'm fine! Didn't get hit."
He Aimin came around from behind the wall somewhat ungainly with his walking stick, and looking at Lin Nianhe and Wen Lan, he cleared his throat trying to sound stern, "Don't just throw things around."
Lin Nianhe burst into laughter: "Uncle He, why are you here?"
