Chapter 759: Return to Mang Village

The next morning, a breeze blew through the cracks in the window into a small bedroom of less than 20 square meters.

In the bedroom, He Xiyan was dressing and combing her hair quickly. Her movements were very fast, and it took less than five minutes.

Chen Jiahang got up before her, and he had already cooked two bowls of egg noodles.

He asked for leave today and tomorrow because today was his father's death anniversary, and tomorrow they had to go to the countryside to buy things.

After breakfast, they came to Licheng West Bus Station together and bought two tickets to Mang Village.

The car arrived at Mang Village on time at 11 o'clock in the morning.

Mang Village is still the same as before. It is very backward here. You can't see a decent house at a glance. They are all adobe houses.

He Xiyan got out of the car. She had to walk with Jiahang to their home, an adobe house eight kilometers away.

It was already past noon when they got home.

Although they haven't come back to live for a long time, the neighbor Aunt Wang will come to help them clean the house every once in a while, so although the house is shabby, it is still clean.

Chen Jiahang's father is named Chen Haiquan. He is an out-and-out farmer who has lived in Mang Village all his life, guarding the few acres of land and the three acres of fish pond at home.

He has not married yet. As for Chen Jiahang, the son, everyone in the village knows that he must not be his biological son. As for how he came, the villagers are not very clear.

Chen's father died on November 27, 2018. It has been four years to this day. Every year on his death anniversary, Chen Jiahang will personally go to his father's grave to worship and burn some paper money for his father. This is what Aunt Wang told him to do. Aunt Wang said that only in this way will his father's spirit in heaven bless him, and only in this way will his father have money to use in the underworld and will not become a poor ghost.

Today is no exception.

In the afternoon, Chen Jiahang brought He Xiyan to the hilltop three kilometers away from home.

Chen's father was buried on this mountain, and in addition to Chen's father, the ancestors of the Chen family were also buried here, but Chen Jiahang had never seen them.

Chen Jiahang used a hoe to clear the weeds growing on the grave, and then placed a few dishes for worship and lit nine long incense sticks.

He Xiyan watched from the side. Because she had never met Chen's father, she had no feelings for the deceased old man.

She just felt that the old man must have had a hard life.

Chen Jiahang knelt in front of the grave at this time, his head lowered, and his eyes were closed.

His lips moved, and he seemed to say something, but He Xiyan did not understand his lip language.

After speaking, Chen Jiahang stood up and burned the two large bags of paper money he brought one by one, for a full thirty or forty minutes.

He Xiyan could see that Chen Jiahang was very sad, and there were obvious tears in the corners of his eyes, but she did not ask anything. At this time, she just stayed with him.

She thought that she was his only relative. Of course, he was also her only relative.

She still remembered the scene when she was brought to this small mountain village by human traffickers 8 months ago. At that time, she was extremely sad, as if she had no soul. She didn't know fear, nor did she resist. Because she didn't know who she was, and why she was here.

Now thinking about it, she was actually lucky, because it was Jiahang who bought her, not some other wretched and perverted man.