Chapter 881: This Is Home

In the afternoon, He Xiyan returned to her home in Mingcheng.

She opened the door to her home and put on a pair of warm fur slippers.

The house was very quiet, so quiet that it seemed a little deserted.

Yes, deserted, this word is more suitable to describe this house at this time.

He Xiyan walked into the kitchen and took down a pack of noodles from the cupboard. She wasn't hungry, but she knew she should eat, because she had some porridge in the morning and if she didn't eat, she might faint due to low blood sugar.

Hot water, noodles, fried eggs, and soon a bowl of egg noodles was cooked. It was a very light noodle, and it was what she ate the most on weekdays.

She brought the noodles to the table, and at this time, she saw her mobile phone on the table flashing. When I clicked on it, I saw a message sent by Chen Jiahang:

"Yan Yan, are you home? Remember to eat and don't go hungry."

He Xiyan looked at the message on the screen. She pursed her lips tightly and the chopsticks she held in her hand trembled slightly.

"I'm home, eating." She replied simply. After replying, he put the phone aside.

The noodles in the bowl were still steaming. He Xiyan took a few bites, but she couldn't eat them. She felt it was bland and tasteless, and it was extremely unpalatable.

She picked up her phone again, clicked on the message he just sent, and then clicked on his profile picture.

Soon, her screen displayed his messages. The most recent one was sent by him on the day she sent Yuan Yuan to Night City. The content is: The goods are full and are now being transported back to Mingcheng. I hope that when I get home, my wife will have prepared meals for me to eat when I come back. (#^.^#)Behind is a row of laughing expressions.

He Xiyan looked at this post that Jiahang posted more than ten days ago. It sounded like a child's tone. Of course, she knew that this was the last post that the stupid and mute Chen Jiahang would send. . Since this news, Jiahang has not updated any more news.

He Xiyan stared at this post for a long time, with an extremely bitter smile on the slightly raised corner of her mouth.

She flipped through her phone again and looked at the updates at the back. In the past, Jiahang would post updates every day, as if it was a habit. His posts were very simple and direct, with the tone of a child. For example, post a few photos with a comment: It’s loaded, it’s a big car full, I’m going to take it back and sell it all. Another example: My wife says I have lost weight. Have I really lost weight? I am obviously as strong as an ox. (#^.^#).

He Xiyan was laughing while scrolling through these updates, but her eyes suddenly turned red while she was smiling. After a while, tears slid down her pale cheeks and fell on her clothes.

She knew that such a situation would never happen again, and that Jiahang, who was the only one in her life, would never come back.

The phone rang again. He Xiyan picked it up and saw that it was from Jiahang. The content was: "Yan Yan, I will be back on March 21. If there is anything at home, please call me."

He Xiyan looked at this long message, and after a while, she replied "Okay".

At this time, her eyes drooped, and her heart ached faintly, wanting to be pulled by something.

Will he come back on March 21st? she asked herself internally. And she didn't have an answer.