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Jia Junxiang's father had died. He had to put down his work in the city and return to his ancestral home. The house was bustling with noise. His father's body was placed in the central room, and several aunts were crying. He saw his father, wearing a blue robe, his hair messy, lying peacefully as if he was asleep. However, the smell of dead bodies in the house told him that the person lying here was a dead person. After his father left, only his brothers were left, and the ancestral home became a piece of meat in everyone's eyes. Jun Xiang had come all the way from the provincial capital just to take a bite. The bright moon hung high in the sky. The clamor of the day turned into the chill of the night in the blink of an eye. There was actually a hint of coolness. The entire residence became extremely lonely. Occasionally, a few dog barks could be heard, making the residence seem even more distant and deep. He lived in the guest room. He had been away from home for so many years, so he naturally did not leave his own room. Sleeping on the bed, he could smell the dust. He opened the book he brought with him, but he was not in the mood to read. There were too many unhappy things at work recently, and he had a headache. From an unknown university teacher to the dean of a college, only he knew the painstaking efforts he had spent. However, a recent incident could ruin his reputation if not handled properly. Thinking of this, an endless headache hit him. Forget it, he could treat this trip back to the ancestral residence as a vacation. If there was anything else, he could discuss it when he returned.