Chen Xu finished his noodles, washed the dishes, and then went back to his room. If he didn't go back, his mother wouldn't go to rest either.
He still stayed in that small room. Coming back here really felt like he was stepping into a bygone era. In reality, his parents had also moved to a new house, and this old house was left to store various items.
Come to think of it, he hadn't lived here for quite a long time; it felt like a distant memory.
He wondered if it was true that the longer you live, the more inclined you are to reminiscing about the past. He certainly felt that way now.
He looked at the family portrait by the bed, taken when he was in middle school. After moving, this photo was also brought to the new house and placed on the bedside table of the room they left for him.
