Mysterious president, get away from me!

Mo Ling took the old key and inserted it into the keyhole. As she pushed the door open, she suddenly felt that she was back in her childhood.

"Mom, mom, the kindergarten teacher praised me today." The little girl with two sheep's horn braids came into the room.

In front of the window, sitting a thin woman in a long white dress, she slowly turned her head, pale face showed a faint smile, she said, "My ah Ling is wonderful."

The little girl sat in the woman's arms, with a small face and a sweet smile, "Mom, would you like to tell me a story today?"

"Well, my mother told a story about how aloes saved her mother today..."

The bright sunshine through the window, wearing a long skirt of the woman holding her daughter, with a soft voice to tell an ancient fairy tale.

Mo Ling looked at them, moved his feet, and went to the window step by step. He reached out and wanted to touch their faces. What he touched with his fingers was the air.

In front of the illusion disappeared, the mother and daughter who nestled up to each other and laughed, could no longer be seen.

Mo Ling looked down at the rocking chair in front of her. It was her mother's favorite chair when she was alive. She liked to sit here, holding a book in her hand, staring out of the window in a daze.

"Mom, I'm back..." Mo Ling shook her fingers and touched the dusty rocking chair. Tears fell on the dusty floor.

The memory of childhood has been blurred, but after stepping into this room, the memory of mother is alive again.

Maureen walked through every corner of the room and touched every object with her fingers. Finally, she stayed in front of her mother's photo frame.

With tears in her eyes, she carefully wiped away the dust on the photo frame, gently stroked the young woman in the photo with her fingers, and whispered, "Mom, I've kept you waiting for a long time, and I'll take you home soon."

She found a huge suitcase from the room she used to live in, and put all the things her mother had used and the photos she had left into the suitcase.

When she was cleaning the bedside table, she found that there was an old photo in the drawer. The photo was torn in two and half disappeared. On the other half, the young mother with a sweet smile on her face and a baby in her arms was leaning on a man. The man only showed half of his shoulder, and his head and other half of his body were just torn off.

The man torn off in the photo must be mo Yingjie.

Maureen guessed.

She didn't care too much. She put the photos in the album and went on cleaning the drawers.

Then, she found several such incomplete photos from different places, without exception, the man in the photo was torn off, and, more coincidentally, the mother was holding Maureen in her arms.

Finally, when Maureen put all the photos together, she found a strange phenomenon. Half of the family photos taken in her infancy were torn off, and the father's half was missing. After she was two or three years old, her parents never took a group photo again. Basically, her mother took pictures with her in her arms, There is no such sweet smile on my face as before.

What's going on? Can we say that when she was two or three years old, the relationship between her mother and Mo Yingjie was broken?

Maureen was full of doubts.

She carefully looked at the photos and looked over and over again. Suddenly, she found two very small words: "Yu, Rong" behind an incomplete family photo.

Yu? Rong? What do these two words mean? Is it the word in the name?

If "Rong" refers to "Rong" of "Zhao Yanrong", who does "Yu" refer to?

Mo Ling suddenly flashed a bright light in her head and stared at the photos in her hands. Does it mean that... These incomplete family photos are not the group photos of her mother and Mo Yingjie, but the group photos of her and other men!

Maureen was shocked by his guess!

She was stunned for a long time. She quickly put the photos in one place and looked at them carefully. The men in the group photo were torn off and could not see their faces. However, the hand he put on his mother's shoulder could be seen clearly.

The photo is old and has turned yellow. Mo Ling carefully identified it and finally saw a ring on the man's finger.

Her mother's hand, wearing the same style of ring.

Mo Ling carefully recalled that she didn't see the ring on Mo Yingjie's finger when she was growing up.

She has confirmed that the man torn off in the photo is not Mo Yingjie at all!

Why does mother wear the same style ring as other men? Why take a picture with her and other men? Did my mother cheat on Mo Yingjie? Is she not the daughter of Mo Yingjie, but the daughter of the man in the photo, so Mo Yingjie has been indifferent to her for so many years?

For a moment, Maureen's mind was full of all kinds of ideas.

"What's going on? Where did you get the key? Who allowed you in? " At the door, suddenly came a violent drink, Mo Yingjie appeared in front of her in a wheelchair.

"This is my mother's room. Of course I have the right to come in!" Looking at Mo Yingjie with an angry face, Mo Ling was in a very complicated mood. She stood up slowly and said, "Dad, let me ask you a question, am I your own daughter?"

Mo Yingjie's pupils suddenly constricted. When he saw the incomplete photos in front of Mo Ling, his fingers suddenly trembled. His face was very complex, like panic, anger, fear, and yelled, "where did those photos come from? Burn all those pictures to me, this room, and another room, I'll burn them too! "

Mo Ling's heart plummeted. She clenched her fingers and walked towards him step by step. She looked ugly and said, "Dad, answer me, am I your own daughter?"

"No, no!" Mo Yingjie suddenly roared madly, "you are the son of a bitch who was born by Zhao Yanrong!"

Mo Ling's step suddenly, the whole person is like falling into the ice cellar, full of cold, she holds her fingers tightly, and says word by word, "is that so? Don't lie to me

"What do I lie to you for? I've had enough of these years! " Mo Yingjie picked up a vase and smashed it on the floor with a bang. His eyes were red and he gritted his teeth and said, "I've been supporting you for so many years. I've been watching you scum in front of me every day. Do you think that's a good taste? Get out, get out, take Zhao Yanrong's bitch's things and get out of my house! "

Mo Ling's long fingernails were firmly embedded in her palm. She bit her teeth, endured the sour eyes, and said, "if what you said is true, then I thank you for raising me for so many years. I will go, and I will take all my mother's things, but please don't scold her any more

"Bitch, I'll scold her. What can you do to me?" Mo Yingjie suddenly waved his arm and waved all the objects on the table to the ground, and the small objects rolled around.

Mo Ling clenched her fist and said harshly, "respect the dead. Even if my mother has done something sorry for you, she is no longer alive. What's the point of scolding her now?"

Mo Yingjie sneered and said, "it's because she has done too many bad things, that she will be taken back by heaven!"

"You've gone too far!" Mo Ling rushed to Mo Yingjie and raised his hand. He really wanted to slap him!

"Bastard, you still want to hit me?" Mo Yingjie raised his cheek angrily, "fight, if you have the ability, fight! I've raised you for so many years, and you dare to beat me. Aren't you afraid of thunder and lightning? "

Mo Ling's fingers trembled slightly. She was staring at Mo Yingjie's face twisted by anger. The past came to mind. From childhood to adulthood, he had never cared for her, cared for her, treated her coldly, used her, and nearly killed her. Now, he still insults her mother with vicious words

Her fingers trembled so much that she really wanted to slap him in the face, but after all, he had raised her for more than 20 years!

She clenched her teeth, took back her fingers and didn't look at Mo Yingjie. She turned around and walked quickly to the trunk. She sorted out the things, pulled up the zipper, and suddenly lifted the trunk, intending to leave this disgusting place.

Mo Yingjie harshly scolded, "if you want to go, you can take all Zhao Yanrong's things and the clothes in the wardrobe away for me. Don't let me see anything about her again!"

Mo Ling steps a meal, bit bit lip, face expressionless to turn around, dragging the suitcase to rush to the wardrobe.

Even after so many years, the color of the clothes has faded and become old. Maureen can still use them to evoke memories and remind her mother of her charming appearance when wearing these clothes.

She gently touched the clothes with her fingers, just like touching her mother in memory. Before she knew it, tears were in her eyes.

"Mom, no matter what happened to you, you are my favorite mom." Mo Ling gently pasted the white skirt that her mother had worn on her face, as if leaning against her arms, whispering.

I do not know when, Mo Yingjie has quietly out of the room, empty room, only her one person.

Maureen will take down the clothes in the closet one by one, fold them up and put them in the trunk.

The clothes hanging in the closet are few. The wall that was originally covered by clothes is exposed. Maureen suddenly finds that there is a door on the wall, and there is a small keyhole on the door. The door seems to be directly opened on the top of the closet. It's the same color as the wood in the closet. If you don't look carefully, it's hard to find it.

Her heart beat suddenly. Is there a secret room behind the door? What's the secret?

Mo Ling curled up her fingers and knocked on the door. She heard the empty sound of the board. She was sure that the back was empty. If you open the door, you may see the secret room.