Seals, old letters, old photos, a few business cards, fragmented souvenirs, Yushou, brooch, and cufflinks were all mixed in a mess in the wooden drawer, but Xu Yicong saw the photo he had seen at a glance, pulled it out, looked at it coldly for a few seconds, and confirmed again that the person in the photo was Xu Yan's biological mother
There was a faint voice downstairs. Du Ji and his aunt came back. Du Ji was a little worried about her, so he went straight upstairs. Congcong, are you upstairs?
Xu Yicong made a decision after only a few seconds
In the photo, Xu Yan was smiling. She put the photo letters and the things that seemed to have something to do with Xu Yan into the bag and hugged them, pushed the drawer back, and hugged the bag downstairs.
Du Ji held the hot tea and didn't make any effort to stop her. He just asked her: Where are you going?
She still smiled at Du Ji, I have something to do
She wants to find a place where no one is going to finish reading these things
This road has been a long time since she walked, but she closed her eyes and knew that there was a red light in front of her, which was particularly long. There was an old man selling roasted sweet potatoes and candied haws on the side of the road. He would pass by her favorite seafood porridge shop and pass by a green area, which was the apartment she had no keys.
She walked all the way with her things in her pocket, and the phone in her pocket kept ringing. It was all called by Xu Huansi. She simply turned off the phone and spread everything on the marble floor at the door of the apartment.
The letters are written in Japanese, with gentle and graceful handwriting. Although they have been over the years, the fragrance of Qiǎnquǎn remains on the letter paper.
Xu Yicong opened the translation software, took one picture and read a few letters in a sloppy manner, and found it a little strange because the lady who wrote the letter carefully wrote the date of the letter, but never left the signed name.
It is undeniable that this lady is a passionate and stingy person. The words reveal the feelings of reluctance and bold and charming hints of being unwilling to speak. For example, if there is wind tonight, listening to the bamboo leaves alone, is it pleasant to hear that there is bamboo in Mr. Xu's residence?
For example, today's trip to Fanglin Mountain is not as interesting as last time. Perhaps what is really interesting is that Mr. Xu's spring last year is really nostalgic
There were more than a dozen letters, with intermittent dates and lasting for several years. This small stack was probably just some of the few left in many letters. At first, the content was the woman's self-talking advice. She occasionally cared about Mr. Xu's lung disease and situation. The description of the relationship between the two was almost nothing, but it can be seen that Mr. Xu's visit was always constant, sometimes climbing highs together, sometimes having dinner together, sometimes just drinking tea and playing chess, listening to the sound of the wind blowing bamboo leaves.
The letters behind were only a few thin letters, which were much more interesting than the previous stack of Fenghua and Xueyue. She was asking him: Do I have no right to give birth to her? Can't I have a child?
Her child is Xu Yan, and Xu Yicong, whom she fought for from a family man, let go of the letter and open the next one
The handwriting of this letter is a bit messy and angry. I don’t be your wife, I don’t be anyone’s wife, I just be Xiao Yan’s mother, do you understand? You can’t take care of us, but Xiao Yan doesn’t recognize other men as fathers.
If he wants to take care of the mother and daughter, he must keep them by his side. The proper way is to ask Xu Yan to call his subordinates.
Although this arrangement made the mother unacceptable, Xu Yicong knew that she still compromised later because the photo posted in the letter behind was the one that Xu Yicong had seen, but it was a little smaller in size. She praised him below: Your photography skills have improved Xiaoyan said, thank Uncle Xu next time,
Xu Yicong remembered the story of grandma chasing stars, so grandpa really watched the only child who grew up. It was Xu Yan, not Xu Ting or Xu Li. When he formed a secret family in Japan, grandma was in a hurry to take care of the children and was worried about three meals a day.
Xu Yicong's heart is very clear about his relatives and distantness. When he looked at the beautiful and gentle woman in the photo, his eyes were not so friendly.
She turned over the letter, leaving only the last one. This time she could see without translating it. This time, it was a suicide note written in the year when my grandfather returned to China.
The person who wrote the letter was frivolous and obviously exhausted. The pages were a little uneven, probably because of sweat in the palm of his palm.
Many of the handwriting is soaked by water, but the handwriting is flamboyant, indicating the confusion and anger of the writer. Okay, you are leaving, I know, but, house, car, what are you doing for us? You know the best about my body, how long can I enjoy it, one year or two years? What should Xiao Yan do when I die? Do you want her to live alone in a big house and learn to warm milk for herself? Or, as long as you leave, what will Xiao Yan do, it has nothing to do with you? You don’t want a prostitute to give birth to a daughter, right?
Mr. Xu, you have to remember that at the beginning, you asked me to snatch it from Yamaguchi Group, buy it from Mom Sang, take me to climb the sky, and accompany me to listen to the sound of rain. For so many years, I don’t believe in any man, but I have never lost after I believe in you, and this time the same is true. So you have to remember that it’s not that you are so smart, but that I am so willing.
There is only one thing that cannot be compromised. I am a humble and dirty prostitute, but my daughter is different. My daughter must have a father, be pampered, or be lonely. If I am her obstacle, I would rather die.
This time she lost her style, and Takahashi's thin letter paper couldn't help but feel her indignation, and she cut the page with one stroke.
There was a faint voice downstairs. Du Ji and his aunt came back. Du Ji was a little worried about her, so he went straight upstairs. Congcong, are you upstairs?
Xu Yicong made a decision after only a few seconds
In the photo, Xu Yan was smiling. She put the photo letters and the things that seemed to have something to do with Xu Yan into the bag and hugged them, pushed the drawer back, and hugged the bag downstairs.
Du Ji held the hot tea and didn't make any effort to stop her. He just asked her: Where are you going?
She still smiled at Du Ji, I have something to do
She wants to find a place where no one is going to finish reading these things
This road has been a long time since she walked, but she closed her eyes and knew that there was a red light in front of her, which was particularly long. There was an old man selling roasted sweet potatoes and candied haws on the side of the road. He would pass by her favorite seafood porridge shop and pass by a green area, which was the apartment she had no keys.
She walked all the way with her things in her pocket, and the phone in her pocket kept ringing. It was all called by Xu Huansi. She simply turned off the phone and spread everything on the marble floor at the door of the apartment.
The letters are written in Japanese, with gentle and graceful handwriting. Although they have been over the years, the fragrance of Qiǎnquǎn remains on the letter paper.
Xu Yicong opened the translation software, took one picture and read a few letters in a sloppy manner, and found it a little strange because the lady who wrote the letter carefully wrote the date of the letter, but never left the signed name.
It is undeniable that this lady is a passionate and stingy person. The words reveal the feelings of reluctance and bold and charming hints of being unwilling to speak. For example, if there is wind tonight, listening to the bamboo leaves alone, is it pleasant to hear that there is bamboo in Mr. Xu's residence?
For example, today's trip to Fanglin Mountain is not as interesting as last time. Perhaps what is really interesting is that Mr. Xu's spring last year is really nostalgic
There were more than a dozen letters, with intermittent dates and lasting for several years. This small stack was probably just some of the few left in many letters. At first, the content was the woman's self-talking advice. She occasionally cared about Mr. Xu's lung disease and situation. The description of the relationship between the two was almost nothing, but it can be seen that Mr. Xu's visit was always constant, sometimes climbing highs together, sometimes having dinner together, sometimes just drinking tea and playing chess, listening to the sound of the wind blowing bamboo leaves.
The letters behind were only a few thin letters, which were much more interesting than the previous stack of Fenghua and Xueyue. She was asking him: Do I have no right to give birth to her? Can't I have a child?
Her child is Xu Yan, and Xu Yicong, whom she fought for from a family man, let go of the letter and open the next one
The handwriting of this letter is a bit messy and angry. I don’t be your wife, I don’t be anyone’s wife, I just be Xiao Yan’s mother, do you understand? You can’t take care of us, but Xiao Yan doesn’t recognize other men as fathers.
If he wants to take care of the mother and daughter, he must keep them by his side. The proper way is to ask Xu Yan to call his subordinates.
Although this arrangement made the mother unacceptable, Xu Yicong knew that she still compromised later because the photo posted in the letter behind was the one that Xu Yicong had seen, but it was a little smaller in size. She praised him below: Your photography skills have improved Xiaoyan said, thank Uncle Xu next time,
Xu Yicong remembered the story of grandma chasing stars, so grandpa really watched the only child who grew up. It was Xu Yan, not Xu Ting or Xu Li. When he formed a secret family in Japan, grandma was in a hurry to take care of the children and was worried about three meals a day.
Xu Yicong's heart is very clear about his relatives and distantness. When he looked at the beautiful and gentle woman in the photo, his eyes were not so friendly.
She turned over the letter, leaving only the last one. This time she could see without translating it. This time, it was a suicide note written in the year when my grandfather returned to China.
The person who wrote the letter was frivolous and obviously exhausted. The pages were a little uneven, probably because of sweat in the palm of his palm.
Many of the handwriting is soaked by water, but the handwriting is flamboyant, indicating the confusion and anger of the writer. Okay, you are leaving, I know, but, house, car, what are you doing for us? You know the best about my body, how long can I enjoy it, one year or two years? What should Xiao Yan do when I die? Do you want her to live alone in a big house and learn to warm milk for herself? Or, as long as you leave, what will Xiao Yan do, it has nothing to do with you? You don’t want a prostitute to give birth to a daughter, right?
Mr. Xu, you have to remember that at the beginning, you asked me to snatch it from Yamaguchi Group, buy it from Mom Sang, take me to climb the sky, and accompany me to listen to the sound of rain. For so many years, I don’t believe in any man, but I have never lost after I believe in you, and this time the same is true. So you have to remember that it’s not that you are so smart, but that I am so willing.
There is only one thing that cannot be compromised. I am a humble and dirty prostitute, but my daughter is different. My daughter must have a father, be pampered, or be lonely. If I am her obstacle, I would rather die.
This time she lost her style, and Takahashi's thin letter paper couldn't help but feel her indignation, and she cut the page with one stroke.
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