"Has it been several years since we last saw Benshan?"
In front of the television, Song San, who had been peeling peanuts, suddenly asked the question. Beside him, Song Da was watching the skit program while peeling an orange, but he could not laugh at all. He yawned and said, "It's been several years, hasn't it?"
The two were in the room they had been assigned, watching a program called the Spring Festival Gala... Although Blind Master had instructed them not to wander around, at least they had not suffered any unfair treatment when it came to provisions.
The key point was that this life was equivalent to being confined. Aside from eating, watching television, and playing with their phones, there seemed to be nothing else for them to do.
The two brothers finally realized something: Blind Master had most likely singled them out this time simply because having two more people to carry luggage would make traveling more convenient.
At Wolong Villa, the two of them were probably only one level above the servants here. Every guest here seemed to possess enough strength to crush them both to death.
The outside world was too dangerous. The room was safer... After this thought arose, Song Da and Song San began living their lives without leaving the room.
On the bed, Song San turned over, scratched his butt, and suddenly said, "Say, Da, should we go out for a stroll?"
"Where?" Song Da glanced at him askance.
The range of their activities was limited to the villa where they were temporarily staying. Even within the villa, their range was quite restricted.
Song San's eyes shifted, and he said, "How about taking a look at one of those caves?"
"A grotto dwelling?" Song Da froze.
The two brothers had heard a little