The next day.
Saturday.
Dong Xuebin slept until after nine in the morning before waking up. After yawning, getting out of bed, brushing his teeth, and washing up, he had nothing to do, so he sat in the courtyard drinking tea.
"Lost amid shattered dreams all day long."
"Then, hearing spring was ending, I forced myself up the mountain."
"Passing a bamboo courtyard, I met a monk and spoke with him."
"And stole half a day of leisure from this fleeting life."
Dong Xuebin rarely got literary. Swaying his head, he managed to squeeze out a poem. Of course, he had memorized it back in college, and after so many years, he could barely remember it, so he had to force out the lines one by one. After thinking for quite a while, fortunately, he had not remembered it wrong. Once he recited it, his poetic inspiration flared up, and he wanted to come up with another poem. But after struggling for ages, he could not think of a second fitting one. He could only cough awkwardly. The guy had never been one for proper pursuits—how could he possibly be artistic?
Ring, ring, ring.
His phone rang on the stone table.
Dong Xuebin looked over. It was his mother-in-law calling.
"Hello, Mom."
"Xiao Bin, what are you doing?"
"Ah, just staying home. I'm bored out of my mind."
"Mm. How come I heard you recently got yourself a Courtyard House?"
"Huh? Who told you?"
"Just tell me whether it's true."
"Ahem, it is. Uh, I wanted to tell you earlier, but I was planning to surprise you. Who knew you'd already found out? My mom really does have her ear to the ground."
"Hehe, stop buttering me up. You brat, you even managed to get a detached Courtyard House. You're