God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 78 The Catalpa Wood Box
Zhou Qianqian ran upstairs with a thud, and then ran down quickly, holding an old wooden photo frame with a mottled color photo embedded in it, and handed it to Xu Jingxing without saying a word, her eyes full of It's looking forward to.

Xu Jingxing took the photo frame and let out a "huh" before looking at the photo, because the craftsmanship of this photo frame is somewhat similar to his. It uses the most traditional mortise and tenon structure, especially the splicing sequence of the wooden strips is almost the same as his. It's exactly the same, maybe outsiders can't see it, but it's very familiar to him, can he not know his own craftsmanship?
When he moved his gaze to the photo, he stood up with a "bass".

There are three children in the photo. To be precise, it is an older child with two children. The older one is a boy, and the other two are girls. The little girl about three years old is looking ahead. The background of the photo is the Zhanqiao, a famous tourist attraction in Daocheng.

These are not the key points, the most important thing is that the big boy turned out to be himself.

That's right, it was Xu Jingxing himself.

He won't admit his mistake to anyone, not to mention that his appearance at the age of six or seven has basically been fixed, especially his eyebrows, which are exactly the same as him now, curved and a little delicate, but not as thick as they are now.

So the question is, why did my photo appear in Zhou Zhenshan's house?Could it be that he really has something to do with Zhou Zhenshan's family?No, I should have been in a hurry when I was six or seven years old. At that time, taking landscape photos was a bit of a luxury for ordinary people. If I really took similar photos on the trestle bridge, I should have relevant memories in my mind .

Even if you forget, you should think about it when you see the photos.

But he couldn't remember anything, and he didn't have any relevant memories. He looked very strange, and even when he saw himself in the photo, he felt absurd.

"Haven't remembered yet?" Zhou Zhenshan continued to ask.

Xu Jingxing stared at the photo and nodded, "No, I don't have any memory at all. Of these two little girls, which one is Qianqian?"

"You can tell the difference yourself," Zhou Zhenshan said with some disappointment.

Xu Jingxing looked at the photo, then at Zhou Qianqian, "The one on the left?"

Zhou Qianqian nodded vigorously, "That's right, that's right."

"Let's see who the other one is?"

Xu Jingxing moved his eyes to the right, stared at it for a long time, and suddenly remembered that his younger sister was also 16 years old, so he suddenly raised his head and asked, "This is, my sister?"

"Yes, it's Nana."

With Zhou Zhenshan's affirmation, Xu Jingxing looked at it again, and the more he looked, the more he looked like it. Finally, he compared it with the photos of his younger sister when he was a child. He was basically sure that this was his younger sister.That is to say, he and Zhou Zhenshan's family really know each other, and they seem to have a good relationship, otherwise they wouldn't go out to play together.

But why didn't he even have a little bit of memory?

Xu Jingxing couldn't figure it out, so he couldn't help asking: "Then, you know my dad too?"

"That's right, your parents took you and your sister to live in my house for a while. This photo was taken when your family first came to the island city. At that time, your aunt Xiaoyun was busy, so your mother took the initiative to help take care of Sissy. , At that time, Qianqian got a lot of credit, and she had all the delicious food and drink from your brothers and sisters," Zhou Zhenshan said with a smile.

Xu Jingxing looked at Zhou Zhenshan, then at Zhou Qiang and his wife, and finally at Zhou Qianqian. He still had nothing in his mind, and asked with a blank expression, "My parents?"

"Yes, your parents brought your brother and sister." Seeing Xu Jingxing's appearance, Zhou Zhenshan also frowned, "Come with me," he said, getting up and going upstairs.

Xu Jingxing hesitated, followed up and entered the study.

The study room is quite spacious, and there are many books in the bookcase, but it looks more like a decoration, all of which are brand new.

Zhou Zhenshan took out an old wooden box from under the desk, "This is left by your father. It should contain your family's clothes. I ignored it when I left. Open it and have a look. If you still can't remember it, I, I don't have anything else to do, just treat us as new acquaintances," he said while shaking his head with a wry smile.

clothing?
Xu Jingxing looked at the box made with the same craftsmanship, hesitated for a moment before squatting down.This box is made of catalpa wood, the workmanship is very exquisite, the corners are wrapped with brass corners, the lock is also brass, and there are smooth Ruyi patterns carved on it, which looks like a hand-carved process.

What makes him hesitate is that this box is the same as that photo frame, and the craftsmanship is in the same line as him, which should be his father's craftsmanship.At this time, he was basically sure that Zhou Zhenshan's family was not lying, but what frightened him was why he had no relevant memories at all?
Thinking of all kinds of possibilities, his palms trembled a little, as if there was some shocking secret in the box.

The lock head is an old-fashioned three-ring iron lock. The surface is fairly clean, but rust has grown in the keyhole, obviously it has not been opened for a long time.He tried to grab the lock, and suddenly twisted it violently. With a loud bang, the lock ring snapped. Then he took a deep breath and slowly opened it.

When the box was opened, there was a smell of camphor. There were some clothes folded inside, which looked like children's winter clothes. On the top was an old-fashioned little padded jacket and a pair of small cotton shoes embroidered with peony flowers. It should be worn by her sister, and the half-sized old-fashioned ski jacket should be his own.

Looking at these old clothes, he felt a little familiar, but he still couldn't find the relevant memories. Fangfo really completely forgot about that time.But when he turned to the bottom of the box, he found another black and white photo. In the photo, a man and a woman, the man is handsome and the woman is beautiful.

But after seeing the faces of the two of them clearly, he was suddenly struck by lightning, like a bolt of lightning struck deep in his soul, causing his eyes to turn black, and he staggered on his back and fell to the floor, only to wake up slowly after a while , trying to calm down the beating heart that was beating like a drum, pointing to the woman in the photo and asking: "This is, my mother?"

In fact, he was already sure that this was his mother, and it was very similar to the face he vaguely remembered, but he still couldn't help asking.

Zhou Zhenshan came over to take a look, nodded, "It should be taken when she was young, her face is more beautiful than when she first came to Daocheng, and the one next to her is your father."

Of course Xu Jingxing could recognize his father. He rubbed his temple vigorously. At this moment, his brain was still aching, as if someone had stabbed him in the brain. He couldn't concentrate, his heart rhythm was very unstable, like palpitations, and his breathing was messed up, but he still endured all kinds of discomfort and asked, "How long have we lived in your house?"

(End of this chapter)