266. The size of silver fungus _1

"Boom!"

With a thunderous noise, the old house where Song Tan had lived for decades finally collapsed halfway as the excavator swung its arm.

At that moment, the construction team was busy with their various tasks. Song Tan, along with his family, watched the courtyard filled with childhood memories, feeling both excited and melancholic.

Wu Lan, rarely sentimental, wiped away a tear.

"When this house was built, your dad found people from the village to help for so long! In the scorching summer, his back peeled from the sunburn, but finally, the house was built… Later on, the roof over there and this kitchen were all pieced together bit by bit."

"For this house, we were in debt for years, and now…"

Song Sancheng felt a bit uncomfortable, "Why talk about that? Life's obviously getting better. We're enjoying your daughter's blessings now; just enjoy it…"