Chapter 229 Her Home

"Good, I am very good. Now my waist is not sore and my legs are not painful. I am even in good shape. Look!" Aunt Li said with a big smile. Now with no economic pressure, she would go dancing after dinner every day. Gradually, she lost more than 20 jin. With nimble legs and feet, she became younger as time passing by.

"Is this your new boyfriend?" Aunt Li looked up at the man who was 30 cm taller than her. His handsomeness made her feel dazzled. Though she had lived to her fifties, it was the first time she saw such a handsome man in real life.

He Xiyan smiled and then pulled up Ye Hao's hand, introducing.

"This is my husband, aunt."

Ye Hao also put on a smile, politely greeting.

"Aunt, how are you?"

Aunt Li laughed so hard that she could barely close her mouth. Looking at Ye Hao from top down, then at He Xiyan, she could not believe that this girl could find such a good man.

Judging from the man's dress and temperament, she knew that he must be rich and wealthy.

He Xiyan chatted with the aunt and went home after having a cup of tea in her shop.

Their family lived on the 13th floor of Building Three, which was said to be haunted according to people living this residential area. In Unit One and Two there were four stairs and eight households, among which six households had incurred bad luck. Within five years living here, some of them died either from accidents or of terminal diseases. The most tragic one was He Xiyan's family. During their stay here for three years, one of the couple died in a car accident and the other died of disease, quite tragic.

So now there were only two households still living on the thirteenth floor. The others were either sold or rented.

He Xiyan did not believe in these superstitious things, so she had never considered selling the house. With the house still there, she felt that her former home was still there as well.

She opened the door of Room 1302 and within expectation, the room was very clean. Tables, chairs, tea tables and other things had been dusted two days ago, no dirt in sight.

He Xiyan took two pairs of slippers from the shoe cabinet and pulled Ye Hao into her house.

The decoration and furniture were the commonest ones, not to mention any style. The layout of the house, however, was very proper, not spacious but seemingly very comfortable.

Ye Hao looked at everything in the house as if he was in an exhibition hall. The furniture in the house looked a little old. Even the TV set was still of old style, not a high-definition network TV at all. The whole house remained what it looked a decade ago. The first glance would tell you that none had lived in for a long time.

He came to a porch where there were many trophies, certificates and so on. He opened one certificate at random, which said,

(Student He Xiyan: The 11th Golden Eagle Calligraphy and Painting Competition of Xiang Province, Children's Sketch Group, The First Prize, December 11, 2008)

He opened several other ones, all of which were certificates of her participation in the competition, as many as twenty copies. Some of them were photos taken of her accepting the prize. In the picture, she was still a young girl, wearing a dress with small flowers, a tall ponytail, hands holding certificate, a pair of big round eyes looking at the audience, naive and lovely.

From all of these, it could be seen that she was a very hard-working and clever child from childhood.

After washing the strawberries she had just bought, He Xiyan came out from the kitchen and said, "Ye Hao, would you like some water?"