"Come on, we're here. Don't forget to take your luggage."
After parking the minibus, Little Northeast called for the three of them to get out, then swayed as he led them into the courtyard.
"This way. The people living here are all old neighbors..."
The courtyard was a genuine crowded compound, bustling with activity. Some people were watching children, some washing clothes, some chopping vegetables and cooking, and some even beating their kids. Faint sounds of arguments drifted over as well.
At a glance, the place was brimming with the bustle of everyday life, making for a rather interesting scene. But if one had to live here long-term, there would be no mood left to appreciate that worldly atmosphere—only to feel the hardships of ordinary people's lives.
After twisting and turning through the alleys, they finally reached the very back, where Winter Turns to Spring was actually located.
"There's even a gate here?" Xu Shengli said in surprise.
"You're judging Winter Turns to Spring by appearances. Just because it's in a crowded compound doesn't mean our conditions are poor. See that? A private entrance and a private courtyard! Come on in—this is our big courtyard. Usually, after washing clothes, it's not easy to hang them up in the basement, so you can put them here. Now that the weather's warm, you can air out your bedding too. It'll be more comfortable at night..."
Little Northeast kept rambling on about the hostel. He went into his doorman's room and came back out with a large ring of keys, then led Wang Yan and the others down into the basement.
It was lively inside as well. Some people were washing clothes, some were cooking, and others had their doors wide open as they gathered to play cards. The place was incredibly noisy.