Chapter 761: Their Broken House

Chen Jiahang looked at the clothes he had worn for six or seven years, a piece of clothes that had always existed in his memory.

He thought about it for a moment, then shook his head.

"Then how did you get such clothes? This dress is very expensive." He Xiyan said. She felt more and more that Jiahang might not be from this village, and it is even possible that he was not born in the countryside at all.

At this time, Chen Jiahang put down the spoon in his hand, walked to He Xiyan, and then carefully looked at the clothes that belonged to him, but he did not buy it himself.

He didn't know whether the clothes were expensive or not. It's just that this dress has been with him for almost 7 years. He has had this dress since he could remember.

"Do you remember?" He Xiyan asked.

Chen Jiahang frowned and thought for a while. When he opened his lips, his lips moved and said two words.

He Xiyan looked at his lip language and it seemed to be:

"Picked it up?" she asked.

Chen Jiahang nodded.

Indeed, he didn't know where this dress came from. Maybe his father picked it up before. This dress is the best one in his wardrobe, and he usually doesn't want to wear it. He thought his father was reluctant to buy it, so it could only be picked up.

He Xiyan still frowned in confusion. She just felt that Jiahang made her feel more and more strange. But she didn't know how to ask. Because he seemed to know nothing.

Suddenly, she felt that she seemed to think too much. What was Jiahang's identity before he lost his memory, and where was he from. These didn't seem to be so important. The important thing was that their lives could get better and better.

Chen Jiahang brought the porridge and eggs he cooked to the dining table in the hall. He first served a bowl to He Xiyan, and then peeled two eggs and put them in the bowl.

They hadn't come back to live for a long time, and there were no dishes at home, so they could only make do with it.

It was still raining outside, and it was a violent storm. The old wooden door at home was creaking in the wind at this time, as if it would fall down at any time.

He Xiyan ate the porridge in the bowl while looking at the old house. The house was built a long time ago, at least sixty or seventy years, and the tiles were all black.

She wondered if the house would collapse if it rained for several days in a row.

"Jiahang, our house doesn't leak, does it?" He Xiyan asked worriedly. She thought the house was really dangerous.

Especially the door, which was fine before. After they hadn't lived in it for a few months, it became less and less solid. The strong wind seemed to make it collapse.

Chen Jiahang was stunned, as if he remembered something. Then he quickly put down the chopsticks in his hand and ran to the kitchen to get a big basin.

He Xiyan: ...

He Xiyan also put down the bowl and chopsticks. She saw Chen Jiahang go to the side room, so she followed him. This room was where Chen Jiahang slept before. There was only a 1.2 wooden bed, a wardrobe and a small desk. The floor was not painted with cement and looked very simple. Unlike the room she slept in, it was big and bright, with many furnitures, and the bed and dressing table were new.

When she entered this room, He Xiyan was stunned.

The scene in front of her was simply devastating.

Two pieces of glass in the window of this room had broken off at some point, and a large amount of rain was blown into the room by the strong wind, soaking the floor and bed. Also, because this room did not have a waterproof ceiling, it was dripping and leaking in several places.