If Shen Ke remembered correctly, her name was still written in the house book, and it could indeed be considered her "home", but the word "home" was already too far away from her...
After parking the car, Xi Xiangdong stood still in front of the elevator. Shen Ke looked at him strangely, and he raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "Why, you haven't been back for so long that you even forgot the fingerprint lock?"
Shen Ke was startled. She had not forgotten it, but she didn't expect that he hadn't changed the lock after so many years.
She tentatively put her finger on it, and the elevator door dinged open, and the floor automatically displayed the sixteenth floor.
When the elevator arrived, he went in first to get her slippers. Shen Ke followed him and stood at the door like a fool.
The entire house is exactly the same as four years ago. The furniture and furnishings are all in their original positions and have not been moved. Even the calendar on the table still reads 20XX, the time four years ago. Xi Xiangdong turned around and bent down to put down his slippers. Under her feet, the slippers were still the same pair she wore when she was here, a couple's pair with him, made of warm alpaca, his was dark blue, and hers was pink.
Seeing her in a daze, he said half-jokingly: "Do you want me to put on the glass slippers for you, Cinderella?"
Shen Ke quickly took off his shoes, stepped into his slippers, paused, and said, "Have you not been back here in the past few years?"
"What are you doing back here? Gambling on things and thinking about people, touching the scenery?"
He had been acting weird all day today, and Shen didn't want to argue with him. When he walked in, he touched the TV table and found that his fingertips were clean without a trace of dust. The indoor windows were bright and clean, so they must have been cleaned regularly.
Shen Ke suddenly raised his head and looked at the back of the man in front of him, feeling a trace of guilt in his heart.
The further she walked in, the more surprised she became. Time seemed to have stopped here. Everything remained the same as it was four years ago. Even in the bedroom, she had thrown it on the bed because she had a headache before leaving for Hong Kong. His cardigan jacket was still there, as if it was quietly waiting for its owner to hang it back up.
Xi Xiangdong stood by the door, motionless. As if he had been possessed by a poison, Shen Ke walked over, picked up the cardigan, shook it, and hung it back in the closet.
When she opened the closet door, she was completely stunned.
She didn't have many clothes, and she didn't bring a few when she first moved here, so the two of them shared a wardrobe. The huge standing cabinet was neatly divided in the middle. On the left were his clothes, suits, shirts, and casual clothes. , hanging, folded, neatly stacked, and on the other side...
She never remembered buying so many clothes!
Pieces of neatly hung and ironed women's clothing filled the entire wardrobe, including casual, professional, and even evening wear. Of course, there were also underwear and pajamas. The closet was filled to the brim and exuded the fragrance of camphor. She After pulling it open with my hand, I found that most of them were from Meng Jiao's design brand, and many of them were brand new without even having to cut the tags, with clearly marked prices on them.
She was slightly startled, as if someone had cast a spell on her, and turned back stiffly for a long time: "Did you buy all of these?"
Xi Xiangdong's hand passed behind her and closed the cabinet door for her.
Lowering his head, he saw Shen Ke still staring at him like he was a freak: "Is this... the housekeeping aunt cleaning it, or are you yourself?"
He didn't know why, so he answered stiffly: "Myself. What's wrong?"
Shen Ke immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, otherwise it would be bad if people knew that you have a fetish for collecting women's clothes!"