Chen Jiahang looked at the clothes he had worn for six or seven years, which was always there in his memory.
He thought for a moment and then shook his head.
“Then why do you have such clothes? It’s expensive.” He Xiyan said, feeling even strongly that Jiahang might not be a native of this village, nor even not be born here at all.
At this time, Chen Jiahang put down the spoon. He walked towards He Xiyan, looking carefully at the clothes that belonged to him but not bought by him.
He didn’t know whether the clothes were expensive or not. But these clothes indeed had been with him for nearly seven years. Since the time he could recall, he had these clothes.
“Do you still remember?” He Xiyan asked.
Chen Jiahang frowned and thought for a moment. As his frown unfolded, his lips moved and uttered two words.
He Xiyan looked at his lip language.
“Pick it up by accident?” She asked.
Chen Jiahang nodded.
Actually, he didn’t know where these clothes came from. Maybe dad picked it up before. This clothes was the best ones in his wardrobe, so he usually was unwilling to wear it. His father was unwilling to spend so much on a piece of clothing, he thought, so he probably picked it up accidentally.
He Xiyan still frowned doubtfully, only feeling more curious about Jiahang. But she didn’t know how to ask further. After all, she didn’t seem to know anything.
Suddenly, she felt that she seemed to think too much. What was Jiahang’s identity and where was he from before he lost his memory? These didn’t seem so important. What mattered was that they could live a better life.
Chen Jiahang brought the porridge and eggs he cooked to the dining table in the living room. He first had a bowl for He Xiyan, then peeled two eggs and put them in the bowl.
They hadn’t come back for a long time, so there wasn’t much food at home and they could only make do with what they had.
It was still raining heavily outside, with fierce wind. The old wooden door at home, blown by the wind, squeaked, as if it were going to fall down at any time.
He Xiyan ate the porridge while looking carefully at the old house. The house had been built for a long time, at least sixty to seventy years. Even the tiles were black.
She wondered if the house would collapse if the heavy rain continued for several days.
“Jiahang, our house is not leaking, isn’t it?” He Xiyan asked with some worry. She really thought this house was dangerous and dilapidated.
Especially the door, which was good before, became more and more unstable after they left for a few months. Blown by the strong wind, it seemed about to be fall down.
Chen Jiahang was stunned. As if reminded of something, he quickly put down the chopsticks and ran to get a big basin out of the kitchen.
(He Xiyan)…
He Xiyan also put down her chopsticks. Seeing Chen Jiahang going to the side room, she followed as well. This room used to be Chen Jiahang’s bedroom, where there was only a wooden bed 1.2 meters wide together with a wardrobe and a small desk. The floor was not painted with cement. The room looked very simple, unlike the room she slept in, which was big and bright with much more furniture and new bed and dresser.
He Xiyan was stunned upon entering the room.
The scene in front of her was just disappointing.
Two glasses of the window in this room broke out of no reason. A lot of rain had been blown into the room by the strong wind, drenching the floor and the bed. What was worse, with no waterproof roof, this room was leaking everywhere right now.
