Lin Yue unloaded the last box of luggage from the broken van and looked up at the three-story building in front of him.
Most of the tiles on the exterior wall were peeled off, the weeds in the yard were waist-high, and the iron door was so rusty that it almost broke.
"This is the ancestral home that grandpa left to me?" Lin Yue wiped his sweat and smiled bitterly.
Three days ago, he was a senior programmer at a large factory in Beijing, with an annual salary of one million.
Three days later, he resigned and returned to his hometown with only two thousand yuan in his pocket.
"Dad!"
