He spoke easily and naturally, as if he was grateful for Luo Xiujuan's care for him over the past few days.
Luo Xiujuan just said: "I am more familiar with this place than you are, so don't worry about it."
Xun Xiangbin nodded and said, "Well, you are from here, so you are naturally more familiar with it than me."
Luo Xiujuan paused.
How could she be from here?
She got here by begging.
But seeing Xun Xiangbin smiling with a simple and innocent look on his face, she said nothing and pushed him back to the main room.
During this period, Xun Xiangbin slept on a simple bed in the main room.
The bed between Qin Zheng and Ye Yun is the place where they stay. Although Qin Zheng and Ye Yun are not at home, the meaning is different. Unless Qin Zheng and Ye Yun agree, the bed cannot be given to outsiders.
After sending Xun Xiangbin back to the house, Luo Xiujuan turned around and planned to go back to the west room to rest.
But the moment she closed the door.
"Comrade Xiujuan."
Xun Xiangbin's voice came from behind, soft, low, a little urgent, and with a hint of barely perceptible nervousness.
Luo Xiujuan slowly turned around and looked at him.
There was no electric light in the small room. Only the kerosene lamp in Xun Xiangbin's hand was on. The dim warm light illuminated his scratched and slightly red face.
He looked at Luo Xiujuan, and there seemed to be unspeakable emotions in his ink-black pupils.
That look was as if he was looking at a treasure that had just been dug out and had been isolated for thousands of years, filled with heavy longing, as if he had thousands of words to say but was unable to express them for the moment.
After a long while, he finally calmed down and asked in a low voice, "Did we know each other before?"
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