Why are you forcing me?

The space in the house was not big, and the facilities were very simple. There was a wooden table, wooden chairs, wooden cabinet, and so on.

There was a lot of furniture on the wooden shelves, and there was even a single wooden shelf with a lot of yellowed ancient books.

Ye chen could not help but brush his hands over these items one by one. In his mind, he thought about his parents 'daily lifestyle.

At this moment, he suddenly stopped and looked up at the painting in the middle of the wall. It was a painting drawn with a brush.

The person in the painting was a young man with short hair, clear facial features, and deep eyes that seemed to read people's hearts. Although his face was old-fashioned, the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, as if he was smiling. His smile was very reserved.

"This is my portrait!"