Chen Jiahang looked at the clothes he had been wearing for six or seven years, a dress that he had always had in his memory.

He thought for a moment, then shook his head.

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

At this time, Chen Jiahang put down the spoon in his hand, he walked to He Xiyan's side, and then carefully looked at the clothes that belonged to him, but it was not the one he bought.

He didn't know if the clothes were expensive or not. It's just that this dress has been with him for almost 7 years, and he has had this dress for as long as he can remember.

"Do you remember?" He Xiyan asked.

Chen Jiahang frowned and thought for a moment, and when he unfolded, his lips moved and he said two words.

He Xiyan looked at his lips as if it were:

"Picked up?" She asked.

Chen Jiahang nodded.

Indeed, he doesn't know where the dress came from. Maybe my dad picked it up before, this dress is the best one in his wardrobe, and he is usually reluctant to wear it. He thought his dad wouldn't be willing to buy it, so he had to pick it up.

He Xiyan was still frowning suspiciously. It's just that Jia Hang is getting more and more strange to her. But she didn't know how to ask. Because he doesn't seem to know anything.

Suddenly, she felt as if she was thinking too much. What was Jiahang's identity before he lost his memory, and where was he from. Nor do these seem to be that important. The important thing is that their lives can get better and better.

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

They haven't come back for a long time, and they don't have any food at home, so they can only eat it.

It was still raining outside, and it was a raging storm, and the old wooden door of the house was creaking in the wind, as if it was going to fall down at any moment.

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

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

"Jiahang, our house doesn't leak rain, right?" He Xiyan asked with some concern, she saw that this house was really a dilapidated house.

Especially the door, which was fine before, but after a few months of not being able to live there, it became less and less solid, and the wind blew as if it was about to fall.

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

He Xiyan: ......

He Xiyan also put down the dishes and chopsticks, she saw that Chen Jiahang went to the side room, and she also went with her, this room was slept by Chen Jiahang before, there was only a 1.2 wooden bed in it, a wardrobe and a small desk, and the ground was not painted with cement, which looked very simple. Unlike the room where she slept in, it was big and bright, with a lot of furniture, and the bed and dresser were new.

When he entered this room, He Xiyan was stunned.

The scene in front of me was simply overwhelming.

The glass of the window in this room has broken off at some point, and a large amount of rain is being blown into the room by the strong wind, wetting the floor and bed in the room. In addition, because this room is not equipped with a water barrier, at this time, it is ticking, and several places are leaking.