Chen Shouyi remembered every blade of grass and every tree in Dongning, and he thought of every classmate he had known from kindergarten, to primary school, middle school, and then high school.
He recalled the old house of his family.
In that yard, which couldn't even be called beautiful, there were countless childhood memories.
And a cabinet of collections in his bedroom.
But now, everything has turned to ashes, leaving only memories in his heart.
He couldn't help but feel a bit melancholic.
But this is war!
...
"What's wrong?" Luo Jingwen noticed that Chen Shouyi suddenly fell silent and turned to ask.
"Nothing, just remembered some things." Chen Shouyi composed himself and said.
Luo Jingwen didn't think much of it.
The group soon arrived at his villa.
Chen Shouyi walked into the kitchen and tried the gas stove; unsurprisingly, the natural gas had indeed been cut off.
The water wasn't cut off, and of course, it couldn't be cut off.
