Chen Yang looked at Chen Xishuang's room. It was not occupied by debris like the 605 dormitory. It was empty and there were broken sheets covering the furniture.

It was like a person who once lived here went on a long journey.

The dust floating in the air was very thin, and there were not many traces of Chen Xishuang in the room.

This is the end of the missioner's death.

Forgotten by relatives, abandoned by time, never passed by this world.

Chen Yang looked at the pale wall and took it out. He walked towards Jian step by step, his body temperature gradually rose, and he returned to the warmth of the world.

Chao Jian turned his back to Chen Yang, and his eyes fell on the large tank in the corner of the yard, which was clattering and setting off firecrackers.

"There are fish in the tank." Chen Yang and Chao Jian stood side by side.

He suddenly remembered a past incident and laughed: "When I was a child, I caught a fish and put it in a broken tank by the forest behind the house. It rained heavily and the water was full. The fish ran out and died."

Chao Jian was silent for a while: "Be smart."

At first, Chen Yang thought these four words were describing fish, but after thinking about it, he might be talking about him?

Chao Jian turned around with crutches, his clothes were caught. He turned his head and the young man's eyes and eyebrows were hidden in a rainy night, so he couldn't see it clearly.

"I told you something from my childhood, and you also said one?"

At that moment, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, from spring to freezing three feet, and the violent wind raged.

Chen Yang's brows jumped, and the people around him were far more repulsive to this topic than he imagined, so he was forced to get a new clue.

Previously, Chen Yang believed that Chao Jian rarely went out when he was a child, but later changed his surname. Now it seems that if he doesn't go out, it is very likely that his family will not let him go out and he is too strict.

Chen Yang felt it was unreasonable.

Although family shame cannot be made public, it cannot contain the fire and there is no airtight wall. Whoever treats a child like this will sooner or later discover it.

In Chen Yang's memory, there was never such a thing in the bungalow that was only separated from his house by an alley.

"You're interested in what happened when I was a kid?"

A cold voice sounded above his head. Before Chen Yang could think of how to comfort the young man who was already restraining his emotions, he heard him say again: "I hate when I was a child. I will not tell you no matter how interested you are."

Chen Yang: “…”

Why is there a little bit of anger?

Chen Yang wiped the raindrops flying slanted to his face: "I didn't live well when I was a child, but I'll be fine when I grew up. Fortune comes from the turn."

He stared at the rain curtain at Jian, and sneered for a while: "It's even worse when you grow up."

When Chen Yang came to his senses, he was the only one left under the eaves. The boy's words echoed in his ears, and he chewed out ridicule, anger, and pain.

There is also a trace of resentment mixed with many impurities.

Chen Yang put his hand into his jacket pocket, took a deep breath of the damp and cold air, and told Jian that he had been in Sanlianqiao from birth to childhood, and he was adults abroad and returned to China in February.

It's worse than when I was a kid.

That is to say, Sanlianqiao's experience made him unhappy, and even more so abroad.

Chen Yang pursed his lips and flicked his tongue across the corner of his lips. He had never heard Chao Jian mention his family before tonight. Now he knows that his old man is gone and he is not doing well at home.

What kind of family did Chaojian grow up in...

Which city does it mean abroad?

By the way, Chao Jian also mentioned his doctor, prescribed medicine for him, and told him how to control himself.

It seems that there is a great weight in a world where he knows very well.

Chen Yang's mind had a few more doubts. If he didn't clear some of them, he would explode. He sighed helplessly and turned around and returned to the house.

Usually at this time, the two old men had already fallen asleep, and they were still energetic tonight.

The family is more popular and lively.

Grandma Chen took something into the main hall: "Xiao Chen, your shoes are so wet inside. I can't dry tomorrow. Please use a hair dryer to blow it."

"I don't know when I bought this one. I thought I should have it at home, but it really found it," the old man muttered, without any logic, and was confused.

Chen Yang took the hair dryer and looked at it. It was small and light green. He moved a stool to the socket by the wall, picked up a wet shoe, and put it on the ground again.

"What's wrong?" Grandma Chen asked.

"My shoes are too wet and there is still water dripping, so it can't be blown dry." Chen Yang raised the hair dryer in his hand, "This can't be blown to the front, it will get hot soon and it will burn easily."

"You just work, it's okay if it breaks. Grandpa Chen and I can't use this normally."

Grandma Chen sat over with a smile and looked at Chen Yang with the kindness she had when she was eating, full of love.

"...Okay, I'll blow it."

Chen Yang grabbed the plug of the hair dryer and blew it in with his shoes.

After a while, Chen Yang stuffed the hair dryer into his shoes, and the sound was whistling for most of the time. He kept paying attention to the temperature of the case, and turned it off and rested when it was hot.

This is Chen Xishuang's item and relic. It's not like buying one if it breaks.

Grandma Chen didn't speak much, so she looked at Chen Yang.

Chen Yang glanced at Jian with help.

Chao Jian stopped brushing his phone, lifted his eyelids, and made a sound from his nose. When he saw it, he knew, you were very fond of the old man.

Coping with the attitude of a three-year-old child.

Chen Yang's face twitched, and he didn't realize that he was indeed showing off his complacentness.

Did you see that, the old man likes me more.

Sweet burden.

Chen Yang blew one shoe from wet to wet. When he changed to another one, Xiangdong knocked him on WeChat, and the guy had a trio.

Red envelopes, rose expressions, refills.

Chen Yang was about to block it, but a voice message came from the chat box, but he didn't poke it.

Xiangdong on the other side seemed to know that Chen Yang would not poke, but after sending the voice, he threw a paragraph of text over.

Xiangdong: Where have you been to? Mission Place?

Grandma Chen took Chen Yang's shoes and then took the hair dryer. She glanced at his cell phone with her turbid eyes and signaled him to play with him.

"..." Chen Yang tilted his butt, leaned his back against the wall, and typed casually.

Chen Yang: Private affairs.

Xiangdong: Did he take you to his house? Meet your parents-in-law?

【withdraw.】

Chen Yang, who had already seen it, thought, let's block it.

Grandma Chen leaned over and said, "Xiao Chen, have you been dating?"

"Hmm... um?" Chen Yang was reading the news in Qingcheng, "No, no talk."

He thought the old man wanted to help him, but she said, "You have to be cautious, don't worry, take your time, you need to find the best one for your conditions."

Chen Yang blushed very rarely.

"Bang"

Chen Yang heard the sound and looked at it. The boy's phone fell to the ground. The man kept picking up the phone and didn't get up for a long time. He wanted to shout. Grandma Chen said in front of him: "Xiao Chen, your brother is handsome."

"Yes." Chen looked up at the boy who bent down and bowed his head. Why didn't he get up yet? He was stupid?

At this moment, Grandpa Chen's shout came from the small house west of the yard. He asked Grandma Chen to give him two basins, saying that it was a leak in the house.

"Why is it leaking again? Hasn't the roof been repaired?" Grandma Chen pressed the hair dryer randomly and did not turn it off for a long time.

"Press this." Chen Yang pulled the old man's blood-filled hand and touched the switch, pressed it, "turned off."

"Hey, I'm old, I can't see things anymore, and my mind is useless." Grandma Chen sighed and gave Chen Yang the hair dryer and went out to deliver a basin to her husband.

Chen Yang smelled his hands, and it was full of the smell of running out of his shoes. He went outside and washed in the rain, and rushed to the boy who had finally picked up his phone and said, "Let's go and have a look, too."

"You can repair the roof?"

"No." Chen Yang said, "I heard Grandpa Chen's tone just now and Grandma Chen's reaction. What important things should be in the room."

Chao Jian put his phone into his pocket and held up his body with a crutch: "Go and get an umbrella."

"If you don't have an umbrella, the yard is full of water, and the slippers will get wet, so we will walk under the eaves." Chen Yang said, "You hold the crutches and I will carry you."

Perhaps because he was being carried more often, Chao Jian would no longer be as tight as he was at the beginning. Except for not hugging Chen and tilting his neck, everything else was very natural.

Chen Yang steadily carried Chao Jian, and a sense of responsibility as an elder brother was like a father penetrated into his bones. He couldn't help but remind: "Hook your feet with your shoes, don't fall off."

Chao Jian held the put away crutch and pressed his arm against his shoulder: "I'm not you."

“…”

Chen Yang dragged the boy upwards and walked out smoothly.
To be continued...