Chapter 150 The past events [2]

Hearing the earth-shattering sound of closing the door, the housekeeper couldn't help but sighed.

The proud young master, I'm afraid he's going to die of anger!
The master's attitude just now was too obvious, all the sternness disappeared from the master's face, and that gentle smile made him think of that woman involuntarily...

In the study, it was as quiet as if no one existed.

Ying Luobai sat on the sofa and moved her body awkwardly.

Since entering this villa just now, Chen Duanlong has been looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze. An old man looked at him, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Luo Bai, Luo River Luoshui flows from Longtan, stretching thousands of miles into the vast sea, the memory is as picturesque as ever."

Ying Luobai was slightly taken aback, her eyes looked at Chen Duanlong in disbelief.

This poem was written by his mother.

He still remembers it clearly, but how could Chen Duanlong know? !

Seeing Ying Luobai's appearance, Chen Duanlong slowly tightened his palms, his voice trembling a little: "You are really that Luo Bai..."

Chen Duanlong had a happy expression on his face.

He stood up and took out a wooden box from the drawer.

A purple gem hairpin fell into Chen Duanlong's hands.

Seeing that hairpin, Ying Luobai stood up instantly.

He wouldn't admit it even if it turned into ashes, this hairpin belonged to his mother!

"How could it be in your hands?!" Ying Luobai took the hairpin and asked in disbelief.

His mother liked this hairpin very much, but later lost it, and unexpectedly it would be in Chen Duanlong's hands.

"One year I was hospitalized, and I entrusted your mother to take care of it. Before I was discharged from the hospital, your mother accidentally left this hairpin. I went to find your mother later, but it was nowhere to be found."

Ying Luobai looked at the hairpin in her hand, and lightly touched the purple gemstone with her hand. There was a shallow ravine on the supposedly perfect gemstone, which was accidentally dropped by him.

"I don't know, is your mother okay now?"

Ying Luobai was slightly taken aback, then raised her head, her eyes were slightly lonely.

"My mother passed away more than ten years ago."

Chen Duanlong staggered and grabbed the corner of the table to stabilize his figure.

No wonder he couldn't find any news about her for so many years, and unexpectedly...has she died early? !

More than ten years ago, that is to say, died when Ying Luobai was young?
"I met you once in the hospital, that is, that time, I asked about the origin of your name, I remember you were only eight years old at the time..." Chen Duan Longqiang stabilized his mind, wanting to know the exact time of Qingming's death.

The corner of Ying Luobai's lips curled up into a faint smile. The past has long gone, and the pain of the past has disappeared when I mention it again, "Yes, it was that year, when I was eight years old."

Chen Duanlong's throat tightened instantly, a soreness mixed with pain made his heart tighten suddenly.

Breathing seems to be tightened in an instant, making it hard to breathe.

"I see, sorry for reminding you of these painful memories." After Chen Duanlong finished speaking, he gently raised his hand.

Ying Luobai went straight out the door, there were some things that knew each other's thoughts without words.

It's just, it's ridiculous...

Chen's family and Nian Yingxue's family have been friends for generations, and unexpectedly there are some things that are surprisingly consistent.

The moment the door was closed, Chen Duanlong finally couldn't bear it and fell on the chair.

The hairpin should be returned to its original owner. Looking at the empty box, two lines of hot tears suddenly fell from the corners of Chen Duanlong's eyes.

(End of this chapter)

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