Don't you know why Pei Huai hasn't come back for the past few years? "
"I'm not Pei Huai. How would I know?"
"If you married Jiang Ran, would you come back?"
"Now that you mention it, it does seem to be the case …"
As the footsteps faded away, so did the discussion.
When he could no longer hear them, Pei Huai turned around expressionlessly.
He hadn't come back for the past few years, but he didn't ignore his family either. Every month, he would send money back.
Pei Baoshan had finished brushing his teeth. When he turned around and saw Pei Huai still standing at the door, he frowned. "What are you still standing there for?
Hurry up and put the things in the room. "
Pei Huai agreed and walked toward Pei Yang's room.
Before he reached the door, he was stopped by Pei Baoshan.
"What?
You haven't come back for a few years. Have you forgotten where your room is? "
Pei Huai was speechless.
Of course, he didn't forget.
He walked in this direction on purpose.
On the way back, he thought that after he came back, he wanted to squeeze in with Pei Yang.
But now that Pei Baoshan was staring at him, he couldn't bring himself to say it.
After a moment of silence, Pei Huai turned around and walked toward his and Jiang Ran's room.
The door was only half-closed. He pushed it lightly and it opened.
The room was no different from when he lived in it back then.
The furniture was still the same. The desk was still by the window … Wait, why was there a sewing machine beside the desk?
Although Pei Huai didn't know how to use a sewing machine, it didn't mean that he hadn't seen it before.
There was a lot of cloth on the sewing machine. One look and he knew that someone was making clothes here.
But who was the one making the clothes?
Jiang Ran?
That was impossible.
Pei Huai frowned and walked toward the sewing machine. Just as he stood there, his eyes were attracted by the books on the table.
There were many books neatly arranged on the table. There were many types of books.
Some of them wrote about traditional Chinese medicine, important topics, pulse history, recipes, geography, fashion design, and so on.
Who read these books?
The room was still the same, but everything in the room made Pei Huai feel unfamiliar.
There was a mirror on the table. The mirror was very clean, and the furniture was spotless.
Then he looked at the bed. There was a mat on the bed, pillows on the neatly folded blanket, and there was a big fan beside it.
From this, it could be seen that the owner of this room loved cleanliness and tidiness.
But …
This was different from the Jiang Ran in Pei Huai.