There was a lot of discussion around, the village was not a small mountain village, and those who often surfed the Internet would have recognized Yan Han long ago.
Yan Han opened Song Xiang's door himself, leaned over and stretched out his hand to her.
Song Xiang looked at him, paused for a moment, and put her hand on his palm.
After getting out of the car, everyone around me gathered together.
"It's really Song Xiang!"
"Oh, it's a big city raising people, how beautiful it is."
"Did you bring your son-in-law back?"
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There was confusion, and the director intervened.
"I told you that Song Xiang must be promising. Your house is still there, and I even had it cleaned."
Song Xiang sneered in her heart. The house was only a dozen square meters in total and was abandoned in the village. After Xu Shuyan became ill, she had been urged to pay money every year since her freshman year. Although the amount was not large, it had never stopped.
If Xu Shuyan hadn't paid so much attention to the things in the house, she would have stopped paying.
Yan Han noticed that something was wrong with her expression, ignored the director's flattery, and led her towards the village.
With Yan Song handling everything, the people following him were quickly dismissed.
Song Xiang is very familiar with the road. As she walks step by step, she can see her young self in the corner of every village.
She is smaller than other children of the same age, everyone bullies her, and she has no father to support her. Xu Shuyan always asks her to be patient when something happens, and it is common for her to have minor injuries.
Thinking about it now, would a mother who loves her children more than life really endure these things?
"No one lives around anymore." Yan Han reminded her.
Song Xiang nodded and said calmly, "I live in the innermost house and it's cheap."
Yan Han pressed down the corners of his lips and tightened his grip on her.
When we arrived at the east end of the village, there were only trees and occasional houses left around, but they were all empty.
Song Xiang stopped in front of a small house, looked up at Yan Han, "We're here."
The front door of the house had not yet been opened, but the door couplets on the door had been mixed with the paint, and they stood on the door panel in a daze, unable to see their original appearance.
Song Xiang reached inside, and with a click, the door lock opened.
When he opened the door, a large piece of dust suddenly fell from it.
Yan Han reacted quickly and pulled Song Xiang to his side.
"It's okay, people are like this after not living for a long time." Song Xiang comforted him.
Yan Han pursed his lips and opened the door himself without letting her go forward.
Taking a step closer, he couldn't hold it back and coughed muffledly.
Song Xiang took a tissue and handed it to him, "Cover it."
Yan Han took it, but did not cover himself. He pressed her mouth and nose with his backhand, using very little force.
"I'm used to it."
Song Xiang avoided his hand and walked inside. Sure enough, nothing seemed strange at all.
The house was pitch dark, so she walked inside, found exactly where the light was, and turned it on with a snap.
The old light bulbs are dazzling when they light up.
Yan Han glanced around and saw that although the place was small, it had tables, chairs and benches, so it was considered complete.
Song Xiang walked to a short cabinet, squatted down, opened the door of the bottom cabinet, and found the box she had remembered.
It's made of wood and the materials are very poor. It looks like a piece of street food at first glance.
But the lock on it is exquisite, and even after wiping off the dust, it is still shiny.
Song Xiang picked up the box, hesitated for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and threw the box to the ground with great force.
Bang!
The box was in pieces and the contents were scattered everywhere.
"This is the most important thing for my mother. Once I moved, she slapped me."
Song Xiang said silently and squatted on the spot.