Chen Jiahang looked at the clothes he had worn for six or seven years, which was always there in his memory.
He thought for a moment and then shook his head.
"Then why do you have such clothes? It's expensive." He Xiyan said, feeling even strongly that Jiahang might not be a native of this village, nor even not be born here at all.
At this time, Chen Jiahang put down the spoon. He walked towards He Xiyan, looking carefully at the clothes that belonged to him but not bought by him.
He didn't know whether the clothes were expensive or not. But these clothes indeed had been with him for nearly seven years. Since the time he could recall, he had these clothes.
"Do you still remember?" He Xiyan asked.
Chen Jiahang frowned and thought for a moment. As his frown unfolded, his lips moved and uttered two words.
He Xiyan looked at his lip language.
"Pick it up by accident?" She asked.
Chen Jiahang nodded.
