My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s - Chapter 310

Chapter 310: Chapter 303 Her New Home

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Thank goodness they had arrived, otherwise, if it took one more day, she would have thrown up on the train…

She had seen people get carsick, and others get motion sickness from bus rides, but had anyone ever heard of someone getting trainsick?

“Do you have a remedy for my trainsickness?” Lin Yile asked, tugging Tang Yuxin’s sleeve. With her finger pointing to her own eyes, she complained about how nauseous she was feeling.

“It’s psychological, there’s no cure.” Tang Yuxin said bluntly.

This bluntness pissed Lin Yile off. “Sis, can you not say things like that? I just really want to get off this train. The bathroom here is horrific, it smells so bad,” she whined.

Tang Yuxin, pulling her luggage, moved forward and found the bus going to their university. As they had arrived early to avoid the rush of students returning to school, it was a breeze getting bus and train tickets. So, they had arrived two days earlier than the semester start.

A direct bus went from the train station to the university. It was the same bus nearly all students coming from Beijing would take.

By the time they arrived at their university, Lin Yile was so exhausted that she didn’t even want to move. She was hungry, tired, and just wanted to sleep.

Tang Yuxin took out her key from her backpack, opened their dormitory door, and was greeted by an overpowering scent of dust. It was to be expected after the dorm being unoccupied for two months.

She fetched herself a basin to wash with, then set out to clean up the room.

There weren’t many students on campus, therefore the water supply and everything else were abundantly available.

They had more things to do like cleaning, taking out blankets, airing the blankets, and buying some necessary stuff.

By the time they finished all the work, it was almost afternoon.

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Tang Yuxin packed her backpack, took a bunch of keys, and prepared to go out.

“What are you going to do?” Lin Yile asked, sprawling on her bed so tired that she felt like she could die.

“I’m going out for a bit.” As Tang Yuxin slung the backpack over her shoulder, Lin Yile wondered how she still seemed so energetic after getting off the train.

“Go, just go.”

Lin Yile waved her off, knowing full well she wasn’t going anywhere. She wanted to sleep, and sleep until tomorrow. She stood firm, adamant that she wouldn’t be moving or getting up. “I’ll head out, don’t worry.” Tang Yuxin opened the door. “I’ll bring back some Baozi.”

They both loved to eat the local Dog Lard Baozi, which was sold in a small alley in Beijing. The authentic taste was worth the lengthy walk from school just for a taste.

In the eyes of food lovers, even an hour’s walk was nothing if it meant eating their favorite baozi. What some would perceive as a hassle was a small price to pay for these food lovers.

Lin Yile waved her hand once more, already drowsy and on the verge of sleep.

By the time Tang Yuxin closed the door, Lin Yile was mumbling to herself, “Baozi, hehe…”

She chuckled stupidly, her dreams perhaps already filled with baozi.

At this point, Tang Yuxin had already left the school and was heading towards a small traditional-style quadrangle residence. The first time she found out her father had bought that residence, she was extremely excited.

Her feelings were almost akin to leaving the Wei Family for the first time in her previous life, where she no longer had to serve as their maid, cook three meals for them, do their laundry, babysit their child, and sleep in a kennel.

Now she had her own home, her own life.

It felt as though her life had truly changed: she was now able to live how she wishes, happy and content.

She got off the bus, reached the ancient alleyway and heard someone playing the erhu. That sound carried genuine Beijing flavor.

Continuing down the alley, the leafy trees shielded her from the sun, the cicadas chirping. On either side were sturdy trees that had been there for a long time.

The quadrangle residence housed elderly locals, living a simple and satisfying life.

Number 25.

She stopped in front of the number and looked at the house.

This should be it.

She pushes the door a little. It was locked securely and retained its ancient charm. Simply being there felt like a time travel back to the Ming and Qing Dynasty. There were no skyscrapers, massive buildings, or any signs of modern technology. All that surrounded her was the aura of a bygone era.

Despite weathering centuries of wind and rain, the color of the door was still as strong.

She took out a bunch of keys from her backpack, found the biggest one, and it indeed fit the lock.

With a click, the door unlocked.

Lightly, she pushed the door open: the courtyard inside was broad and laid with gray bricks. There was a large ancient tree in the courtyard, another at the back cloaked with thick leaves shadowing the courtyard. Even though it was summer, the courtyard was slightly cool.

She stepped onto the bricks, taking in the scent of moss and the sound of sparrows. It seemed that some of them had made homes under the roof tiles.

No one had lived here for a long time. There was a large stone table in the courtyard, the surface covered with a layer of dust and the ground littered with withered leaves.

She headed inside and opened another door. To her disappointment, the room was empty. She had hoped to find antique furniture. Maybe even those made from rosewood or Huanghuali wood.

The reality was, that was way too optimistic of her. Even if all the furniture and furnishings, including the roof tiles and gray bricks, were taken away, the place was still worth it. Just this plot of land was worth millions.

Since the house was still intact, she was satisfied. She would clean it in her spare time and buy some old furniture. It wouldn’t cost much. By next year, she would be ready to move in.

She locked the door and again slid the backpack over her shoulder, walking out of the quadrangle to the distant Erhu sound and the unique Beijing accent. Listening to the chirping of the birds, her mood was great.